For the past few days, I have done something quite wild and defiantly irresponsible. I took a few days off. In truth, I have had some tough months since October - funerals of people incredibly close to me, other funerals which really took their toll, an array of problems where I was asked to help, and so many other things - which is in addition to the rather full array of things that I do in various jobs.
I'm beat. I'm tired. I'm cranky. I'm snarky. I'm irritable. But I usually do not show these things to others. I keep them inside. People who know me may recognize that I seem burdened or sad. I have always felt it is abusive to take out on others how I feel inside. So I'm pretty quiet about it.
But I needed a break - big time. So I took one. I did it - and I'm glad. Irresponsibility and not working feels wonderful. Could I get used to this? Without question.
Just took my photograph:
TODAY'S GRATITUDE: I'm grateful for dealing with the troubling truth that the world will go on even when I'm not being super-responsible.