stream of (foggy) consciousness

I’ve been sitting here at my keyboard for a while this morning, trying to decide what I want to write about.

Nothing cohesive has come to mind so I’m just gonna type. Fair warning: this isn’t gonna be faintly organized.

Normally I write my posts the day before and schedule them to be published, but yesterday was an extremely long day and I crashed right into bed without typing a word here.

I feel like my brain is in something of a fog. And I know, I know, I know that this is temporary.

I will not always feel like this.

Some of the factors will resolve in the relatively near future….and then some of the fog will clear.

I was perusing some other blogs in my niche recently, looking at the projects the bloggers are doing, and I thought, “Oh, I used to be like that too, not so long ago.”

And I know that I will be like that again.

It was a strange sensation, almost like peeking in on a club I used to be part of.

Remember when I rehabbed my old tree stand?

But for right now, in this little chapter of my life, there is only space for what is absolutely, positively necessary.

Which is why my poor little scuffed table is sitting there, not yet finished.

It’s why my Five Frugal Things posts are just tiny little efforts lately.

There are so many kinds of exhaustion that can cause this, I think. There’s being flat-out booked and busy. There’s physical exhaustion. There’s mental and emotional exhaustion.

And maybe when all of those are at play, all at the same time, it’s just hard to do more than the bare minimum.

The current number of things on my plate would not be sustainable forever. But what keeps me going is hope; I hold onto the “This is temporary” thought like a lifeline.

I will not always feel this tired.

I will finish my scuffed table.

My brain will be full of fun and creative ideas again.

The fog is going to lift.

And I am hopeful that by even the start of next semester, life will be less foggy.

I don’t know how to tie this up neatly. Hmm. Maybe I don’t need to.

In the book, You Could Make This Place Beautiful, I remember the author saying that she was just going to put out her writing and trust that it would land where it needed to land.

But maybe it’s more than that; maybe sometimes the writing is as much for the writer as it is for the reader.

And now I’m gonna go for a walk, for some temporary fog-clearing. 😉