70ish percent.

I haven't had a lot of words lately.

Well, let me take that back - I always have words. Sometimes too many. So many they never make it out of my mouth. They disappear into the stars - never to be heard. Until the next set of words comes jumbling into my brain. Another set of words that may or may not be heard.

Selective word vomit.

Words are supposed to make sentences. Words that make sentences are supposed to make sense. Lately the words haven't been sentences at all. They are mostly just words. sometimes they are tears. Words that are jumbled into bullet points and to-do lists and feelings. All of the words that never get to be sentences.

Incomplete sentences.

eighteen. heartache. save. sustainable. tired. growth. overwhelmed. collaboration. proud. team work. respect. lack-of. lazy. tired. do-more. resources. e-mails. behind. caffeine. neglect. understanding. less. balance. space. tequila. one-hundred-seventeen. compassion. community. choice. exhausted. travel. education. support. love. family. sadness. empathy. focus. numbers. goals. confidence. missed. miles. love. grateful. friendship. understanding. expectations. confusion. seventy. capacity. passion. fatigue. 

I have lots of words that don't make sense.


Most of those words can be summed up with a lot of pictures. Pictures that define all of the non-sensible words. 

All of these words and all of these pictures have me feeling like I'm functioning at about 70ish%. 70ish% of trying really hard to do what my heart needs me to do. 

Can you imagine what 100% would look like when we can do all of this at 70...ish?

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