Honest And Open

Sometimes fatigue takes on a whole new meaning in my life. I wake up almost too tired to open my eyes and force myself to take Chauncey out for his morning walk. He seems to sense these mornings and whether it is to mock me, or try to bring me up to his standard of joy, he exhibits more excitement than usual. I can't help but smile, but with wan and quickly waning energy.

On days like this it is too hard to even sleep, let alone write, or do anything that is not absolutely mandatory. So I sit, or lie here with my eyes closed allowing my world to wind around me, waiting for it to pass. It will pass, experience has taught me that. All things pass eventually, it is just that some take longer than others.

Today I missed my first solo volunteering at the museum and that is a huge disappointment to me, but I haven't even had the energy to eat since yesterday morning and now the nausea has set in.

Obviously I am on the mend though, or I wouldn't be sitting here writing out my woes for all the world to see. I thought about trying to write about something else, but this is my world and these are my thoughts today, so honesty prevails.

If there is one thing My Thots has taught me over time, it is that I become more cognizant of who I am by writing as honestly and openly as possible and I guess that is really the point.