Daily 40

I am dead on my feet. Well, on my arse because I’m typing this from my bed as I try to stifle the yawns of exhaustion making my eyes water. I have no idea why I’m suddenly so tired but I am. Maybe my anxiety meds need tweaking? I’m feeling a bit more blah than usual. My hopelessly optimistic inner child is at war with my borne-of-experience skeptic, and I find myself in a meta-observer situation, wishing for popcorn. We’ll see how this works out. Perhaps it is just being tired. Perhaps I’ll wake up tomorrow with a renewed zest for life, my passion for my side-hustle blossoming in my heart like an infinitely petaled lotus.
I’ll let you know. ❤

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