If anyone asked me, I would've been like, "I'm good!" And I *was*. The little inner Jason would give me the tumbs up and smile, all systems go.
But the universe decided this weekend was when it would fling every possible minute thing at me like pebbles. And any one pebble can be shrugged off and dealt with, but a whole mountain's worth of pebbles will bury even the strongest person.
I'm not the sort who gets super upset and wants to throw things because I've stubbed my toe, but by Sunday night, I sure as shit was.
I really hate those days, or multiple days, when it just seems like everything is dumping on you in such small, minuscule ways, that no one would normally make a big deal out of, but compounded it's like being hit with a shitstorm.
Thankfully, today I managed to refind my focus, get the ground back underneath me, and all is well, for now.
Until the next time.
Now, I just need to get some Trisking done this week.
Getting some iced coffee in me helped.