My mind has been a tornado today. Emotions and thoughts and musings — mostly pegged to self-doubt and confusion — are swirling and twirling and spinning, violently.
I allowed this beastly thing to bulldoze my spirit. I’m embarrassed and upset. By 3 p.m., I threw my hands up, surrendering to this internal tornado.
I was too tired, too weak, too defeated to try and counter it with anything. So I let it uproot everything positive that sparkled inside of me. I just allowed it to happen.
I don’t get it. I feel so unlike myself. I feel … hollow.
Do I just accept it and move on? Do I dig at the source of this to try and prevent it from happening again?
Sigh. The mind is a funny thing — a dangerous thing if you let it unleash into its darker realms, a beautiful thing when it flourishes in the light.
I’m going to sleep it off because, like Scarlett O’Hara famously said, “Tomorrow is another day.” Hopefully it’s a better one. A much, much better one.