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The Jumble in My Head

As I sit to write, I struggle.  My head is full of words and ideas, but sorting them is a chore.  Could this be why I'm tired all the time?  Focusing on one thought is difficult.  Ideas pulse in my brain.  This is one reason I stopped writing to begin with.  The motivation to write was over powered by the jumble in my head. 

My eyes are constantly darting around the room.  Sometimes I look at the computer, sometimes at the dogs, but never in one place for very long. 

All I want is a clear thought.  Instead I have 20 messy ones: Girl scouts, Christmas, pick up my kid, what to cook for dinner, just to name a few.  Focus, focus.....I simple can't .

This is what it's like for me every day.  It's become worse that past few months.  When I'm home, I just want to sit and watch TV.  It's the only time my mind is somewhat focused on something.  Usually two things because I can't just sit and watch TV.  I also feel the need to play a game on my phone.  I play and watch because it drowns out the noise in my head.  But then, I feel down because I've accomplished nothing, or somedays, very little.  I know what needs to be done; my husband insisted I start making a list every day.  I should be happy with what I cross off, but it's never enough.  At least not to me.  So what? I ran a load of laundry and made some phone calls.  What about the other 8 things on my list?  Now I'm overwhelmed and tired.  I look forward to bed, which is hours from now. 

The weather doesn't help.  The sky is full of gray clouds which always makes me sleepy.  I just want to put on a movie and fall asleep.  But I can't.  My daughter gets out of school in 25 minutes. 

Tomorrow I go to work.  I dread it, but it's good for me.  I'll have a good day, I'll be out of the house, and I'll be focused on a classroom full of children all day.  I feel accomplished when I'm done.  All those kids stayed alive on my watch and maybe learned something.  That's a big deal. 

Maybe tonight I can write some more.  Or maybe I'll just watch TV.  Probably the latter.   


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