Have you ever been so tired you didn’t want to budge? I’m there, friends. Currently, I’m sitting on my sofa and as far as I’m concerned, if I didn’t have to take care of things for Ma’ Nature, I wouldn’t move at all today. This is me waving “Hi.”
I know, you’re wondering why I’m so tired. Well, this week was one filled with a press trip, sick kid and husband, business meetings, etc. You name it, and it’s happened.
While I’m saving the details of my press trip for a series of posts, including a recipe inspired by my trip, I will share that you’ll gain a new appreciation for the “other white meat” a/k/a pork. However, I’ll keep some of the more salient details off the blog — but if you catch me in person, I’ll tell you everything you want to know about how baby piglets are made.
The thing is, when you get to the point you’re so tired you can’t function is when you have the most work to do. My to-do list has become a never ending stream of “OMG” and “When will it ever end?”
As I sit here, I must also take into account that I’m an introvert. Y’all thought you knew me, but really I am. As much as I love being around other people, I have to close off and find quiet. For years I thought I was an extrovert, until I met a TRUE extrovert and realized how wrong I was. This makes complete sense, as I spent quite a bit of my teen years locked in my room reading Proust while listening to heavy metal and thrash. (Don’t hold that face too long. Didn’t your Mom tell you it would freeze that way?)
This really is a rambling hot mess, but I’ve not been writing as much as I need to write. I have to write. It’s something I can’t not do. That’s how you know you love something so much, when it’s like breathing fresh air after being trapped in a room full of people with noxious gas. It’s essential to keep my life function in balance. (I’ll send a homemade card to the person who can name that pop culture reference.)
Confession time: I’ve been so tired over the past few weeks with the house stuff, husband traveling, and new school year, I’ve not been writing. Which is what causes this jumbled hot mess you’re currently reading. If you’re still with me, kudos. Coffee is on me next time I see you.