When I finish NaNoWriMo, I always feel a little off. I feel a little discombobulated, a little restless, a little unsure of what to do with myself. I desperately need to rest my brain and I am not ready to jump into the holidays but I also know that the time will fly.
At work today, I’ve been wound up. I want to DO something but I don’t know what. I shelved some books, thinking that physical activity would help. I clicked onto a blog then clicked off. I pulled up some lists to look at then forgot about them. My unicorn book sits beside me, untouched.
I don’t know what I want to do when I get home either. I bought Hubby a gift today I plan on wrapping it and setting it out for him when I get home but what else do I want to do? Do I want to read with a cup of tea? Do I want to watch some more Eureka? Do I want to work on my paper chain? Do I just want to go to bed?
And that’s my day. What do I want to do? Sometimes, that’s the hardest question for me to answer. For now I’m going to slow down, breath, and work. Maybe just getting things done will be enough.