Today, I choose meh-ditation.

When I was chatting today about this new adventure I’m taking, I had to laugh at myself. Clearly, I’m emotionally overwhelmed. There’s so much input that I’ve gone offline. *insert that emoji face where the mouth is in a straight line, showing all the teeth…you know the one* I just can’t possibly care about one more thing. I’m cooked. Spent. I’m just, right now, in this moment, done.

It seems as though everyone is struggling and everyone is not just tired, but emotionally exhausted. Like, we’ve reached our subscription limit to this thing called “the human experience.” We aren’t just burned out, we’re candles that have melted down into completely useless puddles of wax.

And that is more than okay.

We have every right in the world to choose to protect our peace and choose meh. Guilt free.

It’s basically putting our own oxygen mask on first. We’ve got to put in the time and effort into those emotional side hustles - meh-ditation and therapy - in order to rebuild our soul savings accounts before we can take any withdraws. And I don’t know about you, but my emotional bank is so overdrawn that my soul’s credit score just hit rock bottom. And I’m quitting there - before I’m completely spiritually bankrupt. It’s time for me to build this account back up and take my time doing so. Unapologetically.

So here we are. Today, I choose meh-ditation. And a drink. Oh, and I offer no apologies.