There are days when I am full of life and ready to go out and conquer the world. My to do list doesn't hold me back and amazingly shrinks as the day goes on. I love those days.
Then there are the days where I look at what I need to do and just groan. I start a project, only to find that it takes me many times longer than it "should" take - if it gets completed at all. Mentally, I'm dragging, and frequently physically I am, too.
Those are the days I hate, but I know they happen - and I've come to learn I don't always have control over them. Sometimes they're the days when it's been too long since I've seen the sun in Chicago. Sometimes it's because I've committed myself to too many things and I'm paralyzed trying to figure out what needs to be at the top of the list. And sometimes, I'm just physically exhausted.
Today is one of those physically exhausted days. I volunteered to help at Mister Man's Field Days for his school. It was a hot and sticky, very sunny day in the mid-nineties. And I was outside, trekking from station to station as the official photographer, for almost five hours.
By the time I got home with Mister Man, I was done. Yet I still had to empty the dishwasher. I had to make him a substantial snack before his OT and get him there on time. I had to run to the store to get some critical items I'd forgotten on Saturday while he was at his OT. And I had to figure out dinner, feed the wee ones by myself, and get them into bed - once I'd unpacked their backpacks and ensured that all critical items had been addressed.
By the time I finished cleaning up the kitchen and putting everything else in the house away, it was after 8pm. And I have a post due for the From Left to Write book club. I haven't posted since last Thursday, and I'd really, really like to just take a book upstairs and go to bed. I know my limitations, but I also know my commitments, and I'm not going to simply blow them off - fun as that might be.
Is this the best post I've ever written? Absolutely not. Is it where I'm at right now? Yep, and I know I'm not the only one. And most importantly - this post is perfectly inspired by the book The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating. That's what counts. Tomorrow will be a better day though. It always is. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm taking my book up to bed with me.
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In the interest of full disclosure, I received a copy of "The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating" for purposes of writing this post for the From Left to Write book club where we write posts inspired by books rather than traditional reviews. All opinions expressed are my own, and I received no compensation.
As an aside, would I recommend this one? Probably not. It really didn't speak to me and was difficult to push through to the end.