hibernation

i spent a good long portion of each morning and afternoon this weekend sleeping. burrowed under blankets and tangled in sheets and completely exhausted beyond anything for reasons i can't really account for. i still don't understand what hit me. i'm not sick. i am not that underslept. i just hit rock bottom for two days...well, today was a bit of a drag, so i would say i'm on day number three at this point.

i had a friend over for brunch one morning and we crashed together for an early afternoon napped that stretched into hours. it was good to have a nap buddy. they don't come around that often. and i think if they weren't there, i would have tried to push through it and be productive rather than just take the time and rest.

but.

it means i haven't been writing much.

or photographing.

or cleaning.

or blogging {i had a crazy dream or two this weekend i still want to preserve}.

or painting.

or anything.

and somehow it's become this existentialist crisis making me more than a little curious what i'm doing with my life at this point.



which isn't helpful. because i know i'm on the right path. i know it. i just am a little impatient. and perhaps stuck with a dose of cabin fever.