It is during the hard times that I learn what kind of person I am.
When I am restless, or stagnant I learn just as much about myself as I do when I am moving forward.
I feel I am running through deep mud. My feet are sucked downward and nothing seems to work.
Not love, Not work, not friends, not creativity.
I am frustrated and yet I find that the emotional alone breeds itself.
Being frustrated makes me more frustrated.
Still I struggle, always struggling, endlessly struggling and I feel tired.
Fed-up.
So Tonight I remember that it is ok to have a day where nothing seems to work right and that still I must continue on, so sleep is the cure to the restless head.