As I was driving in to work today, it occurred to me that I can’t feel my soul. It feels like everything around me is tied up in getting-things-done, and the part of me that can relax and just be... can’t be.
I’m way up in my head, sorta kinda trapped there, on the hamster wheel, going-going-going, because that’s all I can do — just go-go-go.
And I can’t feel my soul.
All around me, people are really melting down. They’re having a tough time, and the people running the show aren’t making things any easier for them. I don’t understand it. Seems a little sadistic, if you ask me. Then again, the people running the show probably feel just as taxed — maybe moreso.
All around, it’s just not good.
So, I’ll finish up with my two last meetings of the day — at 8:00 and again at 9:00 — then I’ll head to bed. I’ve got an early meeting in the morning, too, but I’ll be smart about it and use my time wisely. Then carry on with the rest of my day.
I swear, this week has been the longest I’ve had in a long time. And it’s only Wednesday.
Wish I could feel my soul.