Bulge Bracket
Good morning this gorgeous fall-ish Sunday; I’ve been up for eight hours and I feel as if I am in need of a nap. So goes the story of those who rise at 3:30 am. I looked up insomnia and it appears it arises out of stress and depression, but also afflicts the elderly. Have I truly crossed into territory where I would be referred to as elderly?
I’m trying to make my list for the coming week and already I feel as if it is a squirrely one with not enough Yay, this week I am going to ________ – and it gives me pause. I have tag team therapists trying to get me to fill in the blank and try as I might – it doesn’t come to me.
What are you passionate about?
What would the good life look like to you?
Can you envision a life without should?
I feel like I’m tackling a big exam, only this time the subject matter is me, so all those times I took on work or a project and felt as if I didn’t know 9/10th of what I needed to know when I started, well, um, now that is just how I feel about tackling me – my waistline is about to burst thanks to a thyroid deficit, my hair is paralyzed because my body is freaked out, my brains are frazzled from enormous changes at the last minute, my nerves are spent on trying to hold it together, and and and.
I think there is only one thing to do and that is go for a walk. Take a few deep breaths. I have a session with my life coach and then a session with my therapist and meditation awaiting me daily.
On being trapped in the bulge bracket – this too shall pass.