I feel like I have scaled a mountain this week. There was no time to stop and enjoy the view along the way. It was one forward step at a time. One hour at a time. One day at a time.
Deadlines were met. New responsibilities added. A side order of extra challenges tossed in for good measure. Fun times.
It is no fun to write or read about all of the above. The internal struggle is the story. My struggles are minor but they felt pretty overwhelming this week.
I may have come "this close" to cracking. I am at the place where I have been before. One extra task on my to-do-list may be the straw that breaks my back. This feeling is familiar. Can I rewrite the ending or is the ending already written in the sand?
I don't know. But literally hitting a cement wall last week felt like life was telling me something. "You've gone as far as you can go here, girl. You were lucky this time. It was only a little bit of paint. Stop before it's too late..."
The weekend has arrived and not a moment too soon. I feel the need to sit in a sun beam and stop thinking.
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