Spilled Coffee, The Forty-Seventh Week of the Second Year in the New Abnormal

I spilled my coffee earlier this week. And I then let out a loud string of expletives to vocalize my frustration. I cleaned up the mess and then rushed to work. Not the way I had wanted to start my day. My reaction, though provoked, made it clear that I need some down time. It may not be the vacation that I’ve fantasized, but even an evening in, or a task free afternoon will do at this point.

To that end, this will be a brief post. I will not be replying to comments. I will be choosing to do less. Since I have a history of blurry boundaries, stating this upfront may seem clumsy, but at least I’m stating what I need.

Too many of us, particularly women and marginalized populations, try to keep up, which can keep us down. I invite you to join me in taking time off, even a fifteen-minute break. Perhaps if enough of us did that we would see less negative reactivity in our worlds. Less acting out.