It's amazing how much worrying one can do during a single weekend. And it's also amazing how quickly your energy level plummets after all those worrying. I spent the entire weekend doing absolutely nothing. I stayed at my sister's house. Stared at the kids playing in the pool. Stared at dad chatting with mom. Stared at the TV screen. Stared at my phone screen. Stared at my laptop screen. Stared at the ceiling. Stared at an empty field from the upstairs bedroom window. I moved from one room to another in that big house, not really knowing where I should go or what I should do. But my mind never once stopped working and I never stopped worrying.
And despite doing almost no physical work these past 2 days, I find myself feeling extremely tired. So tired I'm not sure how I would be able to find the energy to get up early tomorrow and drive 2 hours to my client's office.
See, I am worrying about that already.
It just crossed my mind that some well-meaning friends might suggest me to do some exercise to shake off these blues. To which I'm gonna say, can't a girl wallow in self-pity for a while before she gets her life back in order?