This week I wanted to write a moving post about our spiritual journey. The thing is, today I don’t have it in me. I am (to use a favorite phrase) out of sorts. Nothing is wrong in that fundamental way. Nothing is wrong in any way. But, nonetheless, I am out of sorts. I’m tired, I had a frustrating day at work and my hormones are behaving in a way that doesn’t allow for space from all this – at least not easily. So I sat here and tried to allow it all to flow. And just when I thought I was there, the phone rang. I could have not picked up, but I did. And 10 minutes later, whatever I had been on the verge of was gone.

So today I will be kind to myself. I cannot be any way other than out of sorts. So today I declare that to be ok.  Today I do not have to be wise and perfect. My children are well and healthy and in bed. All the things that must be done are done.  And the one last thing that needs to happen is that I need to care for me.  So today I give myself (and anyone else that needs it) permission to be out of sorts - to not know why you’re feeling irritable - to be where you are. We can’t stay here – hell, I don’t even want to feel this way now, but here is where I am.  And hopefully, by tomorrow I’ll have had some sleep, the hormones will have continued in their cycle, and it will be a new day in the office.  Not to mention a day closer to a much needed vacation.