I’M COASTING INTO SILLY SEASON
I AM exhausted. Somehow my body clock is in December while the rest of the world is in November. I do not understand it nor do I know how to fix it. It is as though I just had a massive serving of pap and stew on a warm day and the sedative effects are kicking in. Like a chronic food coma, but from consuming all that drama and excitement of 2018. I am DONE.
I am struggling to react to anything now. It could be because my 2017 bled into 2018 so I have had an unusually long year.
In one year I quit radio, wrote a book and filmed a Netflix special. If that isn’t the stuff of a couple of years, I don’t know.
In fact, after I launched And Then Mama Said, I should have officially announced that I would be taking leave and crawling into my lavish cave for rest of the year. Hibernate until schools re-open next year to forage for my next hibernation. I’m sure you can relate.
Anyone who has gone through personal and business extremes, whether good or bad, gets to a point where their bodies and minds just need to be numb for bit. And we keep postponing that timeout until our bodies just jump in and take it anyway. It is like holding in a wee for a long time. Your bladder is full but promises you to accommodate a bit more stretch here and there. Your thighs get involved, slamming shutlike guards keeping a prisoner in.
“Your body is on your side, fighting to keep your dignity in tact. But it also doesn’t seem to understand there and almost there. It is either you are there, ie resting, or not there. But almost doesn’t register. When you reach the door of your house, the body decides “home! This is where we let go!” Where the trickle begins and whether you want it or not, your body lets go.
The body knows it is almost December, the only time of the year I consistently take a real break, and it has just begun the shutdown.
I am happy to skip over November and dive straight into December.
I am going to crawl to December with whatever my brain and body will allow. For me that is the unadulterated definition of doing your best: doing what you can with whatever little you have. Once I reach December I might actually plug into December energy. Who knows. For now, I am going to stop jump-starting myself and just coast gently into silly season.