11.10.25
Today was one of those neutral days. Nothing bad happened, but nothing exactly lit me up either. I love my sober Mondays, usually. They feel clean and fresh, like a weekly reset button. But this morning? I wanted absolutely no part of it. Getting out of bed felt like negotiating with a toddler, and that toddler was me.
At least work gave me something to focus on. I really am lucky to have a career I love, because it carried me through the whole day when my brain wasn’t offering much help. By the time I wrapped things up, I was so wiped I could barely keep my eyes open. No meeting tonight. I’m tapping out with a cup of hot tea and the hope that sleep clears out whatever this funk is. Tomorrow gets another shot.
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