Reflecting

When I stop to reflect on a day that didn’t go how I wanted it to, or that I didn’t reach the goal I set, I struggle to get my words together. I mentally stutter, bits and pieces of what I want to convey or don’t want to have to admit (and I do have to, because I promise to be authentic) just litter my brain. I apologize if this post isn’t as eloquent as I tend to be, but I’m just overwhelmed and underwhelmed at once.

I ended up sleeping on a couch last night. The blow-up mattress apparently had something on it that I was allergic to, and I woke up and couldn’t breathe properly. Some allergy meds finally took care of it but I had to park on the couch instead. And it’s an old and pretty saggy one so this morning… my back was bad. Really bad. More medicine and I got to where I could walk, but not far enough to make anything much out of the day. I did some exercises that I could do but it wasn’t enough to feel accomplished today.

I tried to take a picture, but my smile wasn’t there today, so I abandoned it. Since I couldn’t give my baby her nature walk today, I’m going to do some arts and crafts with her later. I’m so glad I have her near me so I can stay focused on a day like this. I did what I could, ate right and drank my water, and that’s going to have to be my ”enough” for today.