Muddled

Do you know what I mean by having a muddled kind of day? The kind that begins without the slightest spark of energy but with many an item on the never ending to do list? The kind where no matter how hard you try, you just can’t find even one clear headed moment, when everything is slightly fuzzy and distant? Well that was me today. In a major way.  I think I am just extremely tired at the moment ( all suggestions on how to help me actually get a good night’s sleep are greatly received) but I’ve have managed to somehow run on a near enough empty fuel tank until this morning. I felt like hiding under my duvet, like a tortoise in her shell, waiting for it to be friendlier out there. 

However, after realising that the coffee was not going to make itself and magically appear in a steaming mug by my bedside, I did get up. And you know what, I find so often that the initial small step of doing something, anything, however mundane, is often enough to break that need to hide. 

I got up, banished my usual higher than high expectations and surprise, I got so much done. It didn’t matter that the tasks were so ordinary, it just felt good to be moving, to be completing something. 

I decided to take photos along the way, knowing that I didn’t have any developed ideas for this week’s post, thinking that maybe something would jump out at me as I snapped away. By the time I uploaded my shots I realised that today is an ordinary day, not one of those sparkly, inspired days, but a grounded day. 

Life is in the detail. And that is worth acknowledging too. A gem of clarity out of the midst of muddledness. I leave you with this wonderful quote, which seems to say it all today:

“If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it.”

 ~Toni Morrison