brain fog panic

It was one of those days… and this is what it’s like.

I’m sitting at my desk, staring at the screen, trying to remember what I need to do next.

I’ve got 5 CAD files open, trying to integrate Interior Design with Architecture. It’s a project that’s been going on for 2 years, with starts and stops.

I feel guilty because I can’t remember.

And I can’t even remember if this is something I would have been able to do – well – before my head slammed into the door frame of my Insight in 2016.

I feel like my career ended on a back highway in Georgia, and everything I’ve done since then is posturing. Pretending I can still do what I used to do.

I feel bad. I feel like I’m not really working, not trying hard enough.

And I know that’s not true.

So I take a deep breath, put a few more drops of essential oil in the diffuser, have a sip of tea, and forgive myself.


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