Pretzel Day

It was not so much in what I was doing that I was feeling discombobulated, it was in my thinking. I had failed to stop and think through why I was doing what I was doing so that I could go slow and calm. I had failed to properly label the labor. The few minutes it took me to work through my morning revealed to me that 90% of my off feeling was in my head. The chores and projects were fine. The day was a messy day. Things were going to get messier before they got cleaner, but it wasn’t out of control. My sense of it was.