It is unusual for me to write a blog post in the evening. Most of my writing is done in early morning when my brain is sharp and I’m my talkative self. I’m going to try to put on paper how I feel late in the day.
This week I have turned down two events that would have begun at 6 pm. I would be getting home after 9. Each day this week has full agendas so I need my downtime to regroup and be ready for the next day. An evening out, much less two, would wipe me out.
It is getting dusky and my enthusiasm has fallen. As I draw the drapes and turn on lamps, I feel my anxiety rise. The day is over. No more chances with this day. I’m tired and the energy level has waned. There is no more that I can do. It makes me sad. Another day has ended.
I’m not my extrovert self at this time. Going out to a social event is too hard. I’m not up to making conversation. I sit by myself and watch people but I find it hard to join in. This makes me uncomfortable in what should be a highly charged social situation.
And so, here are a few words about my emotional state at the end of the day. Probably not very coherent, much like me in real person. Not a whole lot to say beyond this.