I’m sitting in a big comfy chair at Starbucks sipping a soy latte listening to slow weepy songs.
I’m drained. Drained is when you get the appropriate amount of sleep, but still feel tired. I feel like I need to catch up on myself. I leave pieces of myself everywhere and I’m running out of them.
Each of my returning clients have a piece of me, and since they already have me, I massage them with no problem. There is a problem with new people, however. New people don’t have anything from me. They don’t know who I am, or anything about me, so they are bound to drain a bit more of my essence. Luckily only 2 of my 6 clients are newbies.
Each problem also requires a piece of me. And these pieces are plucked from me everytime I don’t make a choice.
I need to make choices to reclaim my missing parts.
I need to meditate. I hate when I talk like this. I sound like such a hippie, or a drug addict. But whatever, I’m truly drained and I’m trying to figure out why.
I got back from Cape Cod Oysterfest on Monday, I did nothing yesterday because I thought I needed to rest and today I’m working on 6 clients.
My break is short today, I have to leave soon. Just three more clients.