Injury.
Write it on your heart, that every day will be the best day of the year.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
You have the best intentions, you wake and follow a rigorous routine of meditation, setting intentions, manifesting a positive and fulfilling day with no events.
The day starts without a hitch, your routine is seamless yet in the car the anxiety starts. The job, the day, the workload. Knowing you are walking into fixing more problems or meetings with people and conversations you have had multiple times before.
Monotony, frustration, reassessing is this right for me. A job that doesn’t feel like work and days where the time escapes you, a pipe dream and someone else’s life.
A hitch, a hiccup and any sign of productivity escapes the day. Embarrassment, self criticism and to add insult a physical ailment even a small one that makes a bad day a bigger problem.
The spiral deepens, a day turns into two days and then a week. Self loathing and unhappiness, constant reflection, bad decisions and no chance of escaping this cyclic episode.
That has been my week, an unending heaving from one emotional high to the other. At this stage we are riding out the wave. Waiting for a break in the chain, a moment of clarity in a mindset that is all consuming.
Cathartic-Ella waiting.
Chasing The Dream. 