When the days become shorter again, my emotional well-being is being challenged more and more. I feel like everything is costing me so much more extra energy to do. Lately I have noticed that even during the summer I have more “off days” than I used to. Days where I have the feeling the ground is made up of sucking mud in which I sink to my knees and than try to walk forwards, trying to do the stuff I want or need to do in a day.
When the weather is nice in the summer, it helps me to try and pull myself out of such a mood or at least still get some stuff done, but if there’s rain or the weather is just really dreary it gets harder and harder. I notice stuff in my house not getting done beyond the basics, which is feed myself and feed my cats. Bags from weekends away are still in my hallway, not yet unpacked. Laundry is not being done.
The more I have the feeling that I should be doing all that stuff, the more energy it seems to take. It’s amusing to notice that part of me is longing for the faster paced life when my work starts again next week.