I left my house this morning feeling the weight of too little sleep and way too many things on my to-do list. One thought danced through my head: I’m toast and it’s only Wednesday.
I was fairly certain I’d cry before the end of the workday.
Me + Stress + Lack of Sleep = Tears
(The day isn’t over. There’s still time.)
This time last week, I felt like Superwoman. This morning I felt like…not Superwoman.
So, leaving my house, of course the sun was shining, resisting my ugh-ness, penetrating my sleepy Not Superwoman gloominess. My gaze was drawn to look up, to see, to take in the beauty of bright green against bright blue. Happy colors to paint a better attitude.
And a reminder that even the sun rests, but it is no less glorious. It is no less amazing. On grey days, life is still amazing. On a tired day, I am still Superwoman. I am still strong enough.
Look up. Look up. Look up.