Today started out OK.
The show last night was amazing. Exactly what I needed. Unfortunately, it didn’t last.
I didn’t get a ton of sleep, and that’s part of the reason why I gave myself a one-day break from running. It was still a good morning, though.
I know when it started, but I’m not sure why it continued. But by the middle of the afternoon, my mood had rapidly spiraled. Getting through the rest of the day at work with something that resembled a smile was tough. Coming home and trying not to be annoyed with everything and everyone has been harder.
By the end of the day, I was questioning everything. And feeling confident about nothing. I try to tell myself that this isn’t me. But sometimes it is.
It’s 10 o’clock. I am stopping now, and going to bed. I’ll run when I get up. I’ll finish some work stuff that I’m in no mood to tackle now. I’ll get ready to go to Columbus.
And I hope this will be past.