Courage

I woke up this morning feeling like I spent the night in the dryer with a sack of oranges; I’m honestly amazed that I’m not covered in bruises, it feels like I should be. I’m sore all over, and I feel like I’m hung-over. Not cool, considering I rarely drink, and I certainly didn’t drink anything other than water last night. I’m definitely missing a few of my spoons today.

After being so active (for me, at least) these last few weeks, it’s actually very hard for me to sit here and basically do nothing. I know, I should be wildly grateful that I’ve been able to do the things I have- don’t get me wrong, I am. It’s just difficult to remind myself that these days are going to happen and I have to let them. My natural response is to fight back, but I know that if I do, I’ll be missing even more spoons tomorrow.

So, I’m going to take a deep breath, (or ten), sit back, relax and spend some quality time with my Xbox. Is that what I want to do? No. I want to be out and about, doing my workout and generally feeling productive. Don’t we all? Oh well. For today at least, I’ll have to channel all of that fiery, red-headed rage into defeating the dragons and giants of Skyrim.

I will try again tomorrow.