My brain is fried. I am bringing back the old lingo because that’s how I feel. Like the inside of my head has been hooked up to the mains and it’s all gone gooey.
I am constantly distracted by my phone, I can’t settle to read and work? Well, that’s just hell in a hand basket. All these people who want things and have deadlines. Do they not know my brain is filled with fog and I’m panicking about it?!
I keep searching the internet for the magic cure for this but I know what to do because Martha Beck said it best years ago. You need to rest, the way lions do, like you mean it. I need some rest. Not checking-Twitter-and-getting-anxious rest. Not scouring-the-internet-for-rest-tips rest. Not sit-stewing-in-my-own-juices-because-I-am-getting-in-my-own-way rest. Rest. The proper stuff. Where you disconnect, turn off your phone, turn off the tv and breathe out. Maybe even wiggle your toes and remember to smile. After I’ve rested I’ll be feeling the fizzy again. It’s the circle, the circle of life…