Nothing to fix

My brain is super foggy today.

In the past, I’d think to myself: what is wrong with me? How do I fix this?

Lately — today — my response is: nothing is wrong, there is nothing to fix.

In the past, an inner critic with perfectionist tendencies would shrug at such a statement, shouting: “complacency!”

Lately — today — this just seems like a more pragmatic and compassionate position that allows me to feel OK and move forward.

Today I happen to have a little less to give, this doesn’t make me comparatively inferior the most recent and more productive version of myself — no, it just makes me human.

I’m certain that on many days in the future, I’ll have more to give. This fortuitous burst in energy, too, is a part of being human.

It all has a way of balancing out in the end.

If you’re having a challenging day, you might have a similar conclusion that there is something wrong with you that needs fixing.

But what if, at least some of the time, the correct and totally sane answer is: you’re fine, there’s nothing to fix here?

Do what you can, drink plenty of water, don’t forget to eat, and go to sleep. The next day is a new day.

You’re good, things will be okay.