Today was less emotionally taxing. As much as I wish it wasn’t the case, humans of now really don’t have the luxury to take a break and sit down and think thinky thoughts about feelings. We just don’t. A day of grieving means 2 days of intense work and playing catch up. Because when we stop, the universe- thoughtless bastard that it is- just moves on without us. I guess what I’m trying to say, in my usual convoluted and long-winded way, is that today was spent finishing up as much work as possible and squeezing my poor brain to the pulp. If that sounds vaguely painful, well the actual thing was worse. Let me just say once you’ve turned the emotional tap on, it’s practically impossible to turn it off and get back to work. The emotional tap is leaky and one hard shove away from busting wide open. *enter thinky thoughts about feelings*
If only I knew who the metaphorical plumber is within this raggedy, falling-apart-at-its-seams analogy.