I think we're all tired. Soul tired. I know I am. I can feel it on the street when I'm driving. I see it on the faces of the people in Trader Joe's. I got in an elevator today at the doctor's office and forgot to pick a floor and went for a pointless ride. My parking job was ridiculous. Tired.
I wish for you some deep breaths - in through your nose, out through your mouth.
Perhaps you could sneak a nap or get into bed twenty minutes early tonight.
How about another glass of water?
You could take a walk near a fountain.
Or light a candle and say a little prayer.
Eat something green. (The leftover Halloween Starbursts don't count.)
Read a few pages of that book waiting for you on your nightstand.
When's the last time you touched your toes?
Silently bless the people in line behind you at Rite-Aid.
Lay down on the floor next to your pet and hang out. That's always good.
Wear your favorite piece of clothing. All week, if you want.
Before you leave the house in the morning, get motivated by listening to your boxing entrance song. If you don't have one, now's the time to pick one. Mine's Kashmir by Led Zeppelin.
A nice piece of dark chocolate is a good idea too.
When you get in the elevator, don't forget to pick a floor.
Another breath. Right now. In through your nose, out through your mouth.