It was one of those cries where you think you’ve got it all pulled together and something else comes through your mind and you start ALL OVER AGAIN.
Bryan would probably say it was a “special blend of crazy” I had going on this morning (we just watched Billy Gardell last night – so funny!). And I probably wouldn’t argue.
By the time I started thinking through some of this I was feeling completely, utterly defeated. Getting used to our new schedule has been hard- and even though it’s only been 3 days it felt like an ETERNITY this morning.
I’m still in the same place. I’m not doing anything new. I pretty much figured my day was going to suck. I felt like I hadn’t had more than a 15 minute conversation since Sunday evening. So far this week I had not been settled at home (meaning relaxed and able to enjoy something) for more than an hour at a time. And this morning I was just done.
I was stressed out about getting things done. I felt completely detached from blogging, from the etsy shop, from all the awesome things being planned for the next 6 weeks.
I was ready to come to terms with the fact that the odds of the shop, or any of these pursuits, actually being enough to replace my full time income were ridiculously small. I thought, why stress myself out trying to do all this in the already limited free time I have? Maybe it isn’t worth it? Maybe I would just stop “obsessing” and move on.
And then I started to cry harder.
My biggest achievement today? Making it through the day without breaking down.
Once I got on a roll, I actually started to FEEL BETTER. Finally, on my drive home, I started to dream and imagine again. The bottom almost fell back out when Bryan called to tell me he was running behind. Behind on an evening that would already have it’s fair share of running around. again. I wanted to scream for a second. I freaked out in my mind a little and went into the kitchen. Then I saw the bag from Teavata sitting on the counter.
I was going to have a cup of tea. I went into the basement and started digging through cardboard boxes full of Styrofoam peanuts that contained my Mom’s old cup and saucer collection. I dug out my favorite one, heated up some water and came back to the office. Aaahh….
Well, no. Not quite. Either my tea ball sucks or I don’t know how to use it right. I’m not sure if I used enough tea. In the end, it’s luke warm water with leaves floating in it. In a pretty cup. So I’m going to go get a glass of wine….and feel better again.