It’s a tough thing to set yourself up to write every day, even with a prompt to help you on your way. Some days, Mondays in particular, motivation and inspiration can be  lacking.

I did the Calgary half marathon yesterday, and at work today I remembered why I had booked the day off. 

Sadly, I had forgotten about the reason when I rebooked my day back on a month ago. Smart me had booked it off as I thought I’d be sore, but crazy me thought I wouldn’t. Or something similarly bonkers.

As per usual, the crazy me or forgetful me won out, and today was spent trying not to die via muscle cramping or narcoleptic episode. It didn’t help that my terrible two-year-old decided that sleeping wasn’t something they wished to do anymore. 

Naps or otherwise. 

This created many situations over the weekend with full melt downs and drama, some even by the toddler in question.

Somehow I survived the day, walking around in a crampy sleepy fog, with the all encompassing and unmistakable sensation that I was forgetting to do something, that some bomb somewhere was going to detonate any second. 

When I finally had a moment to check my emails I was overwhelmed to see 17 unchecked waiting for me. (I’m an empty mailbox kind of person) 

this was stressful on top of stressful. 

And then to top it off, I felt empty and hollow about the idea of coming up with something poignant or vaguely interesting to write about.  It was just one of those Mondays where I had no creative juice left by the end or even at the beginning of the day. 

And so I sit, thinking and listening to the tick tick of the clock in the hallway, pondering the many different things that go into making one feel creative. Some of it is inspiration, but much more is really just saying, 

well, it’s all I have right now and that’s going to be enough.

 It won’t always be brilliant, or even worth reading, but it’s always worth exercising the muscles. 

Today this is both metaphorical as well as literal as I sit, with aching quads post-run, regretting my poor prep for the hundredth time. 

You can not do well without putting in the work required. 

So once again, life lesson reinforced. I made it through the weekend intact, and I shall make it through the rest of the week, but I’m tired. 

It’s time to take a little break from stress, take some extra vitamins and work on breathing.

I got this.