Today is a day of tired. Yesterday was too. Something as simple as a very slight cold, a few nights without enough sleep, a sore knee and wham bam I feel back at the beginning again.
Hopefully not, hopefully I've got some tools in my kit that I can use. Writing is one, most definitely. Didn't write yesterday and maybe the day before, that little bit of not doing has such a huge impact. Meditation is huge, a monumental miracle drug and for whatever reason it's been too hard to do.
Self care is the key. And knowing it's okay to slow down. And keeping the worry at bay. And doing the things that keep the worry pacified. Like making lists and checking them off, and resting, and accepting, and writing and gratitude and slow down.