Wondering if anyone can tell me why I've had such a stank mood the past week?

'Cause I can't figure it out.

Ain't very much more than the pandemic-usual going on, but still, I just haven't been navigating and enduring it quite like my usual optimistic self.

I've been feeling just "over it"

-- all of it --

and itching for more of my pre-covid routine back and, dear God, needing more interaction with people who, though cute and loving, aren't pint-sized or someone I've birthed or married.

And every day, there's this never-ending, self-posed and seemingly other-backed pressure to be

a faultless parent,

doting wife,

perfect Christian,

available friend,

and a genuinely, all-around good and example-worthy compassionate human.

It's a lot.

Still, more often than not, I handle the lot.

I take all of it on, and though not very gracefully, I get it all done.

But, lately, it all feels heavy, and I feel like I'm failing.

So here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna catch some perspective.

I'm gonna fill up on trust and hope.

I'm gonna overdose on grace.

I'm gonna soak up and in my living and non-living blessings.

I'm gonna douse myself and those around me in prayer.

I'm gonna keep putting one foot in front of the other and walk off my bad attitude until I find a better one.

And if you can relate and are feeling it too, you do the same.

You know,

we can call it a bad week,

we can call it sh*tty season,

we can call it whatever we want,

but we can't let it call us out as something we're not.

We're not a mess; we're just in the middle of one.

And if for some days and weeks we're a little more emotional train wreck than "boss babe," so be it.

We're still operating, moving, and heading forward, even if it's one meltdown at a time.