I’m falling behind. I can feel it. I’ve lost my edge. I’m not working as hard or as long.
So what, I’ve gotten up early and handled my online job and worked my day job, gone grocery shopping, made dinner. I still need to clean, interact with my family, and do some editing.
There isn’t enough of me. I’m losing myself in the process and along the way, dropped God from my moments and placed him mainly at the beginning and end, if I’m not too tired.
And still I beat myself up.