I'm in a slump...the post-Easter-hardly-have-time-to-breathe-while-preparing-for-Worship-and-time-to-be-away. I'm also in a bad mood. Because I'm tired. And weary.
I have many things to do and the get up and go and got up and gone. *sigh* I'll be alright, I always am. Thankfully, I am soon to head south to retreat with some very special and lovely people. I'm not telling you where I'm going. Because you don't need to know.
I've learned that I cannot take time off and stay home. Things with boundaries, and availability and other such matters of the world.
Every day I receive a reminder on my phone to complete a mental health check-in. It asks me questions about my mood and then asks me to reflect. The last two weeks have been a roller coaster of emotions, and that has shown up on my app. It's safe to say that my meds are working because I can stop myself from over-reacting and am generally aware when I'm not at my best, so I can breathe and pause before responding.
My retreat will be time for rest. To perambulate. To see. To watch. To do. To wander. To explore. To eat good food and drink excellent tea. To dine out. To visit. To enjoy fabulous conversation. A bit of banter and debate. And laughter. Lots and lots of laughter.
Only four sleeps to go. And yet I have more than four days of work to do to be ready. Oh well. It will get done. Or it won't. And that's okay too.
Originally published April 2022