Deeper
Lately, I have felt like I was swimming in mud. Everything is just a weird sort of strain. Mud, however is no excuse to stop swimming. You still need to get to the other side of the lake and enjoy the clear patches of water along the way to stay sane. My mind, usually pretty straightforward is like a spring weed sometimes, with a white fluffy top that kids blow on. I work hard, sure but randomly it can float to things like "I like House of Cards, when do we we get to go on another watch binge?" or "I'm craving a Cosmo, do I make one myself tonight or try to sneak in a happy hour later this week?" (no worries, I have maybe 2-4 drinks a week, you can't drowned all this so why try). A friend leaves a message, I have the hardest time just calling or writing back and talking because, well, because energy, because I don't have much to say sometimes that's any more fun than a root canal so sometimes the House of Cards binge watch works better. I love that...