CXLVII (147) little bit…

Spinning wheels.

Slow starts.

Starts and stalls.

That’s how I’ve been feeling lately.

Super grateful about everything that happened over the past year, and excited about things on the horizon. Plenty on the plate currently, but asking things like, what next? What now?

Breathe.

I’ve been here before, I’ll be here again, this too will pass.

Juggling.

What happens when you drop balls? Can you keep juggling if you don’t pick them back up, throw them in the air and risk them falling down again?

I don’t think there’s a juggler who ever just juggled continuously.

Breaks and detours are parts of journeys.

This is the part where the tires spin a bit, but keep going forward, just not as fast as I’d sometimes like, but maybe slowing me down so that I get what I need.