My brain is scattered like buckshot.
Seriously. There are so many things picking and pulling and tugging at my consciousness that I fear I won’t ever be able to focus on anything for longer than thirty seconds ever again.
I have freelance writing obligations that are nearing deadline. A novel that needs to be polished and formatted. Pages that need to be revised. Social media content that needs researching. Consulting presentations that need scheduling.
I know, I know. “This too shall pass” and all that whatnot. What does it mean when you feel overwhelmed by the amount of work yet blessed that you have the work to begin with? It’s some weird mixture of guilt and gratitude. Guiltitude? Grilt?
Ugh. I told you I’m going crazy. Thanks for listening.