I told my therapist that when I went to bed the other day I felt I’d wasted the whole day and like it was a total failure. I began to tell him that I’d done 4 loads of laundry, a load of dishes, took the trash out, cleaned the liter boxes and helped with a group I belong to here in the city. I did a lot that day but it still felt like a wasted day because I didn’t do one single thing I love to do. I did the daily grind but I didn’t feed my soul, so I went to bed unhappy.
Austin’s August








We can really relate to this.
I prefer to go to bed tired because I worked hard and loved every minute of it. I didn’t enjoy that day. I lived but didn’t thrive. I should point out too that I didn’t make a way for myself to feel fed. I usually do but that day I didn’t seek out opportunities to fill my needs.
Often when I spend all day doing “stuff” that is needed I can end up feeling worth-”less” but if I can find at least one moment to do just for me then I can feel worth-”more”. I felt this post deep. Thanks for wonderful words.
I like the way you worded this Annie. That is so true.