Yesterday I played lazy, so inevitably today I felt guilty. A little problem someone helped me develop some years back that therapy could never cure.

So today I cleaned. I scrubbed. I moved furniture (I know. I know). I shampooed carpets. I worked. I painted. I sketched. Even managed to hash out the next chapter of my novel. And now .. I pay.

My entire body hurts. I’m beyond exhausted & I know I did way too fucking much.

But what’s done is done. So now I lay here in pain patiently waiting for the dryer to sing its done so I can fold some fucking towels & call it a night.

Maybe one day I’ll find a way to not be so hard on myself for taking a day. I hope so anyway.