Woe #12: I just fucking can't this week, okay. It's not a tip, it's just the reality.
I'm emotionally tapped out this week. I'm also logistically tired, as I've been working to monetize my instagram while writing two newsletters a week while launching a coaching business while doing photo shoots while trying to figure out what this book is I'm writing while working on a course about debugging product teams while managing a lot of complicated family health stuff while trying to put together a decent thanksgiving for my family while Hanukkah is way too fucking early this year while trying not to get demoralized politically while coming up against infuriating examples of sexism, racism, or some kind of ism every single day reported not just by the internet at large but also by my closest friends, so that I am daily filled with impotent rage on their behalf. While also dealing with my own shitty mental health which is just no good this time of year, no two ways about it, IT IS WHAT IT IS, I AM THAT I AM, WE R WHO WE R, I'm fucking exhausted.
So I really just can't. I got nuthin. I have so many ideas -- practice gratitude, recognize when you're overcommitted, stop talking, how to tell if maybe you're actually bipolar, a short history of lithium, who is kay jamison and why should you care, and on and on. I always have ideas. But it's just that time of year for me that the ideas are gonna have to wait some.
It hurts inside my head and I'm just gonna be over here breathing through that.
You're on your own this week, peeps. Best of luck out there.
Amy