And I suppose that's where I struggle.
When I'm left alone. When there's less than 8 hours of sunlight a day. When I interact with one rude customer too many.
I kind of lose myself. Even if just for a split second. I forget what it's about, why I'm here and my position in the world. I lose a little bit of me.
With the darker months now in full swing it's getting a little trickier.
A lonesome few hours on a Monday can set me on a real downer, a slump, and only encourage my dreams of hibernation.
It's harder to sleep and it's even harder to get up. Motivating others and being optimistic feels like one of the heaviest weights to carry right now.
And I've written this.
I've written this and forgotten to breathe.