Is it just me or is it that despite the days feeling about a million hours long, the actual feel of whatever free time or downtime we have feels about 45 seconds long?
I can’t speak for anyone else, but working from home feels like I’m under constant demand even more so than when I actually go into the office. I feel like the weight of work and home is coming down hard, project after phone call after email after chore after task after demand.
It’s kind of crazy, plus the extra pressure that I put on myself to write, write, write.
I’m drowning a little. It’s not helping that I’ve had no alone time in weeks, and as an introvert, it’s left me feeling utterly washed out.
I need some time alone.
Some space to breathe. A few less demands.
A few less demands of myself.