All this week, I haven’t been writing and have instead been sleeping in, with the hope that conserving the energy I spend creating (or worrying about the quality of my creation) might help me to better handle an incredibly busy and stressful week at work. But yesterday, that failed.
I lost my patience and worst of all, I did it at home. I went on a bit of a tirade about how I was stressed with the kids behavior. My wife took it personally – of course, she was right to. And now I just feel terrible and stupid.
Giving up writing didn’t help. In fact, part of what made me lose it was that, without writing, there was nothing else left in my daily life that I do for myself. Today is also the culmination of the project that has kept me busy at work, so hopefully, I can find the mental energy to get back into writing tomorrow and start to put myself back together. Repairing things with my wife, though, is going to take longer than that.