Just wait and see.

I know I’m in “get ready for vacation” mode, and that’s probably all it is, but the joy of purging and cleaning and being productive toward the goals I’ve been working toward for months has turned to mist before my eyes. It feels like, in this moment, the life has been sucked out of me.

I’m still go go go because I’m getting the house ready and packing and doing last minute things. But it’s all for a very specific, short term goal. And that seems easy. But the thought¬†of working for a goal that is long term feels…nauseating.

I’m certain this will pass. I’m certain it’s nothing to even worry about. I just needed to acknowledge it. Because it felt healthier than pretending it wasn’t there.