clean hair

i see the signs.


watching lots of TV.
staying up late.
sleeping in.
not eating well.
feeling fragmented.
not sleeping well.
numbing.
stress dreams.
having no tolerance for interuption.
losing it the first frustration of the day
compassion fatigue.

and the one you just can't deny...that moment when you realize that personal hygiene has become optional.

i can see that i'm standing on the edge of not coping well.
i've been there before.
i spent months there.

the difference is, i've been there before.
and now i know.

there is nothing for me here.
this is not where i want to be.
this is not where i want to stay.
and i know how to move away from here.

that's right folks.
it's time to put one foot in front of the other.
it's time to do the little things.

at the beginning of the week i told myself i could have 1 week.
one week to rest.
one week to veg out
one week to be numb.

and then i would start doing the little things that are smart, and wise, and simple and life-giving.

my hair is clean.
there is bread rising
and cookies in the oven

enjoying the deep breath of a day off (yeah for a 3 day weekend)...
...and come monday i'm gonna start putting one foot in front of the other.