The simplest task of vacuuming my bedroom floor made me say I’m done for the day. Granted I walked to where the vacuum was stored, changed the battery (to make sure the vacuum wouldn’t die during my project), and emptied the full canister all before vacuuming my bedroom floor and that would normally seem like no big deal to someone else, but to me it took all my energy.

There were other tasks to do (it was work in my bedroom day!) But while sitting on my reclined chair I realize they’ll get done another time. I knew when feeling hot and like crying that my limit had been reached. (There’s no sense in asking “Why?” because it is what it is and only insanity would expect anything different.)

My nature wants to do more but reason says to sit, so I sit and cool down and divert my attention to something good.