I took three days off sick this week. The work guilt has been real. The fact we’re only into the third week of January isn’t lost on me. Nor are my previous themes of go get it, establish that routine and go forth and motherfucking conquer that shit.
Alas, it was not meant to be this week.
My energy was gone. The battery was flat. The tank was well and truly empty. It felt like I was sitting at the bottom of a well soaking in my own endless pit of darkness, only occasionally lifting my head to glimpse the grey skies lying beneath the raggedy blanket of clouds to remind myself the world still exists.
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