Today feels muddled, like mint at the bottom of a glass.

I didn't get enough sleep. I'm not communicating well with my partner. I don't know.


I guess all I can really do is embrace it and claim it and try to be where I am, muddled or not.

And maybe stop listening to all the stories that my mind is telling me, on top of the muddle.

(I'm doing a bad job at mothering, wifing, lifing.)

Oh, these stories. They wait until you're tired and aching and then they strike deep.

But I know they are just stories. I know they aren't true. I can tell myself a hundred different stories that don't hurt.

Meanwhile, I will breathe and be.

(And maybe take a nap, if I can.)