So Much to Say, So Little Time…And Energy

If I had to summarize what’s been up over the past few months, the answers would clearly be “my anxiety” and “surviving.” The phrase “same shit, different toilet” also definitely comes to mind. I feel like 2025 has been a super challenging year in all kinds of ways. The political climate and what appears to be humanity’s direct decent into the dumpster have been sapping me of positivity and hope. It has also probably been one of my most challenging years professionally, making me question and second-guess my decision making and general life choices. As a wife and mom of three, I feel like I am constantly behind on something and not really excelling at anything. Add some cynicism about my thoughts and opinions actually even mattering in the first damn place, pair it with general lack of time and a deep concern about what I give my energy to and you have a clear explanation as to why just getting through the day seems pointlessly difficult, let alone sitting down to complete a simple blog post about it. But then I remember that there is definitely something to be said for getting out of bed, showing up and doing your best, whatever that looks like at the time. I am also reminded of The Subtle Art of Not Giving A Fuck, one of the best books I’ve ever read; you really do only have so many fucks in this life to give and being average is more than ok, if not the preferred way to exist. I remember to practice gratitude and try to find at least three positive things that happen each day (“things positively suck” and “I’m thankful the day is over” are completely acceptable). I do sometimes wonder what my next big step or goal should be but I’m also ok with just staying where I’m at. Maybe the way to thrive is to just perfect your survival skills.