Some days are just destined to be harder than others. That is just part of the natural up and down of life. Days like this I feel a bit stuck, unable to just jump up and seize the day, and lucky just to get through to the other side. Sometimes there isn’t even a decent explanation for why, it just happens that way. Weather, mood, circumstance, all combine to make the wrong mixture for motivation, and instead result in something more like weariness or malaise. Even the simplest tasks, like taking a shower or deciding what is for lunch, can feel like steep mountains to climb.
Days like this it helps to chuck all plans and take one little step at a time. Breathe. Hug the baby. Focus on the little things. Get back to basics like coloring with crayons, instead of planning elaborate art projects, or to just read favorite stories when making up new games seems overwhelming. Letting go can feel difficult too, when expectations of oneself are set too high…but it is the only way to survive. Perhaps these days occur to remind us that we are human, and can only do so much, or to help us focus on only that which truly matters.
Hugging my baby is at the top of that list. Anything else can wait for a better day.