I’m in more than a rut. I’m burned out. I’m exhausted. I’m done.

I woke up at 2 this morning and subsequently drifted off and woke up again to check the time at least 4 times until 6:30. I’m so anxious these days.

I want to run away, take a vacation, reset myself.

But of course, with limited time, money, and the holiday season starting this week, I’m just going to have to power through.

These are all first world pains, internet.

I have a house to live in. I have a job. I have family and friends. I have a lot to be thankful for.

Sometimes when you want to disappear completely away from the world the solution is to throw yourself in the opposite direction and power through. It doesn’t feel like I can. I really don’t want to keep going this week. But I will because I have to. Because giving up isn’t an option. And feeling sorry for yourself is just a waste of time.