If there is one theme for the week, it’s that I’m tired. There isn’t much to say beyond that. Some days, I feel as if I’m barely functioning. Other days, I feel like I’m doing fine, but that I’m doing everything wrong. There doesn’t seem to be a happy in-between.

This morning at some time where it was early enough that the world was still sleeping, I was hit with some weird, and interesting, realities. I’ve been steering my own story to a place it doesn’t belong, and I haven’t been accepting responsibility for that. So to those of you who do read this, I’ve probably wronged you in some way in the midst of that process, and I’m sorry.

I don’t want to be the person who is full of excuses and blame. That’s what I’ve been doing these past few months-to a year. Blame. Excuse. Blame. Are there places where I need more help? Definitely. Are there still things that I need to advocate for in terms of my own needs and desires? Yes. And they are my responsibility to take on. Somehow I got it drilled into my head to be the one to always go with the flow. I still have much soul searching to do.