Blessed- an accidental lesson from a 4yo aspiring tattooist
Things have been challenging lately, and I am burned out. I spend a lot of time spaced out, but functional. My reasoning (and I'm not even suggesting that it's healthy, or even logical, but it's real for me) is that it's not happy, but happy can be taken away - and not sad is better than sad, so I maintain a neutral state for most of the day. It's a lot less effort I suppose - and when I'm already more tired than a toddler after a day at Disney, I'm looking for low effort. But back to the 4yo tattooist... Sunday I was feeling pretty flat. It was a challenging week, with a lot of appointments, responsibilities, and hard emotional coregulation. So I was on the fence about going to church, until it was looking like there wouldn't be a lot of people to help with cleaning up and serving snacks after the service. Now I wasn't feeling guilty, or obligated. It was more like I could feel someone standing next to me, saying "SEE?? You are a valuable mem