JOY

On celebrating the small things

I’ve had a tricky few days, a combo of a toddler that refuses to let any of us sleep; guilt around how I feel things should be for us now as we approach the two year mark; anxiety rearing it’s aul’ head once more about just about everything, etc. I feel tired (how could I be anything but when I’m living on less than three hours of broken sleep whilst mothering and working full time); I feel listless; I feel ungrounded; I feel weepy. Today I feel worse about myself than I have for quite a long time. I know in my conscious mind I am lucky, so lucky but sometimes I need to remind myself of all that is good in this world a little more regularly than usual; to get me back on track.