It's just after 12:30 PM, and I'm feeling some anxiety. Why, you may ask? Because I'm tired. Yes, tired. Being tired means there's potential for me to doze off this afternoon. Dozing off, to me, means lack of productivity. It means leaving things undone. It means that I might need to try to catch up tomorrow. To my mind, it means laziness, and laziness means feeling ashamed. I hate that feeling. But I think today might need to be different. As in...maybe it's okay for me to doze off? Maybe I don't need to feel as though rest is holding…

You know how, in my last post, I talked about using your God-given gifts even though they might not be perfect? Well, guess what I just avoided for the last few days? *Insert facepalm here.* I spent far too much time over the last few days wanting to rest yet simultaneously being overwhelmed by all the "relaxing" activities I could do. There are so many enjoyable things I have wanted to do that I have been putting off that I had a hard time choosing one. So rather than just picking one (or taking a little bit of time on…

I had shoulder surgery yesterday. On my dominant arm. So I am currently chicken-pecking my way around the keyboard trying to decide if it's worth the trouble for me to write this post. I've waffling back and forth on writing a post for probably the last few days. Well, no...I think about it a lot but then come up with something else that needs to be done. It just takes too much time to write a post, find an acceptable graphic, edit it, and then post on all of my social media channels. What I think I'm saying is that…