It looks like a thick fog outside, but it isn’t, it’s smoke from the wildfires in Canada, and our air quality is exceptionally bad today. On top of that, this weekend there will be a NASCAR street race in Chicago. I don’t know whose brilliant idea that was, but that’s not going to help with the pollution.
My mood matches the air quality, but not in any specific, identifiable way. Maybe because only stretched this morning, I didn’t want to get back into working out too quickly and risk being in that awful state again.
Much better avoided. I’ll put reinjury in that “avoid” pile.
Life is so much sorting, everything into piles. Things you have to deal with because there is no alternative; things you should deal with but don’t want to; things you will give a wide, wide berth and pretend they do not exist.
We can organize them, label them, put them in boxes on shelves, but the shelves are endless and so is the jumble in which they arrive. Eventually it’s exhausting.
Eventually you just want to shove all of them into a mental zone called “under the bed” and ignore everything.
That’s not an option.
That’s not an option, right?
It’s been a series of thing after thing after thing, and I guess what I’m realizing right in this moment as I type this is I’m tired.
Aren’t we all.
I guess there’s no summable wisdom today, only my thoughts about as clear as the air outside. I hope you can break through the haze to something that serves you.
Have a great Wednesday.
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