This week was rough. I didn't know how I was going to make it through, and now that it's Friday and I'm sitting at home waiting on David to bring home some pizza for dinner, I'm thinking about how grateful I am that I did make it through. I thought at some point I might just throw up my hands and walk out. It's been that kind of rough.
And to be honest last week was like this. And the week before that. And the week before that. As I think about how many weeks before that it's been rough, I'm easily going back to June. There were a couple of slow weeks in May that were rough because they were boring, but mostly it's just been very difficult to get through the workweek without feeling like I'm just going to collapse.
I know this makes me a difficult person to live with. I wish it didn't, but I have such a strong desire to do a good job and I feel like I never can catch up or keep up or whatever else I need to do, and I feel like the work I do can only be "so" good because I don't have time to pause, reflect and double check it.
And that means that I've been awfully tired and frustrated. This affects my desire and ability to craft and that frustrates me because crafting is a major source of satisfaction and stress relief. And I honestly don't know what to do about that cycle.