This past week, I’ve been busy with, well, life and my day job. I feel like I haven’t caught my breath--running errands, checking in with my people, going to meetings, fixing shit that’s breaking down. I wrote and erased a blog post about trying and failing. As I wrote, the tone became more of a downer and it didn’t match up with how I really felt.
I did try for a portfolio-building experience last week that, on paper, failed. I put myself out there. That fact alone made it feel like a big win, even though it didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped. Everyone I have talked to lately (what’s happening in the sky with this schtuff, astro-fiends?) seems to be going through a period of crumbling. This week, for me, has been a comedy of errors. I mean, how many times can one girl lock herself out of her own car in a month? More than you think!
But something kind of great came out of it.
Weirdly, I’ve never felt more imaginative. I’ve been compiling a list all week of different things I’d like to try on the blog. I’ve been dreaming up just-for-me creative projects. Miraculously, I’ve been squeezing in a lot of reading to make up for the lack of “me time.”
What’s the point of all this? If you’re going through it right now, in any way, it can and will get better. Even if things don’t turn out the way you hoped or things feel a little heavier than normal, it doesn’t mean that a deep sigh of relief isn’t a heartbeat away.
**If you’re feeling unlike yourself and need someone to talk to, please reach out to a trusted mental health professional. We all need support sometimes.