Some days it feels like all the things. All. The. Fucking. Things.
When Connor was a toddler he was having such a tantrum he finally gathered himself up enough to look at me and say, "I just can't stand myself." It was something we could both agree upon in that moment.
Well, today I just can't stand myself. I'm tired. And I know when I'm tired I have far less of an ability to muster up much compassion for myself.
So, time for a reset. Bath then bed.
Sweet dreams and yes, it is 'Happy New Year'. Some have questioned that choice of words, but I know, when I am rested and have my wits about me, I can find some 'happy'. So, happy New Year and many blessinga upon us all. It's uphill from here...oh wait...uphill is hard work. Ok. It's downhill from here...um...that usually requires tumbling about with reckless abandon. Fun and fright...Hmmm....well, that seems about right. Ok! Downhill from here....??????
Ah...happy plateaus to you🙏
Xo, Brooke
Of course you are tired. You very recently flew around a good chunk of the world and went through airport security and customs.
"Happy" New Year, is like "Happy Birthday": it may bring joy or it may just remind you that you are a year older but someone brings you cake.
May all your up and downs in 2024 be as up and down as the highway to Moose Jaw.