The irony of
one post about the beauty of staring into the fire
and the next
about not staring but rushing around willy-nilly
does not escape me.
Of life-giving warmth
giving meditative bliss and salve
being ignored for
frantic prepping and sapping of adrenaline that may be needed in actual emergency.
I get it.
My analytic mind senses the conundrum.
My overly expectant self wallows in the defeat of two house-bound days devoid of relaxation.
Though my electrical panel never lost power, I did.
The ability to worry is the only sort of control I have.
Chopping Potatoes 
It sounds like your circuits may have been overloaded. Try to replenish and regain with some positive and self-nurturing energy. Tap into some me-time with a nice hot tub with a “Calgon take me away” moment when the little ones have gone to bed.
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Well done, you live wire!
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It’s funny how sometimes when we get overloaded it forces me to do less and then I realize that I did not have to do so much anyway. Crazy, right?
Here’s to your creative self-care via writing!
Amy
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Oh, the merry-go-round we put ourselves on! Not crazy at all! Frustrating? Yes!
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