these days feel full.
free time is sparse. i've had a cough for almost a month now (no worries, to the doctor i go tomorrow). i discovered that my body feels like crap when doing yoga yesterday. and i have a to-do list too long to even acknowledge.
my body feels weary and more often than not, i am excited to find my bed at night and slightly depressed when my alarm goes off every morning.
but it is because days are full.
they are filled with work. they are filled with writing. they are filled with meetings. they are filled with planning and tweaking. they are filled with celebrating and connecting.
these days are full and even though my body is feeling the brunt of it all, there is a part of my body that is happy to take this weariness, to feel it in my bones
...because the weariness is from having three short plays to write and/or edit this week so they go up in November (more details on that soon!)
...because the weariness is from visiting my boyfriend's family one weekend and celebrating my grandfather's 100th birthday the next
...because the weariness is from getting some awesome opportunities that are allowing me to be the playwright i want to be while working full-time
...because the weariness is from the pup taking up half the bed at night
...because the weariness is from meeting old friends for dinner or going out to the movies with the boyfriend
...because the weariness is from trying to fit in a home yoga practice or a short trip to the gym
...because the weariness is from figuring out how i can do all the things i dream of doing
...because the weariness is from finding my new normal with so many changes the past few months
so tonight i know i'll be up late trying to get done all the things done that i want to get done, but i eat some homemade soup and will make myself some tea and eventually curl up in bed as i finish a short play.
i will try to acknowledge the weariness in the fullness and find some wellness as best i can.