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This week, something miraculous happened, I actually slept a few nights in a row. Not just the technically sleeping kind of sleep where you wake up every hour and question your life choices, but real, deep, actual rest. And with that came an energy boost that had me diving into all the topics I love: global politics, AI developments, psychology, and a dozen other fascinating rabbit holes. It was glorious.
And then yesterday, in a fit of productivity, I turned into an absolute powerhouse. I was cleaning the house like a woman possessed, moving furniture, scrubbing things that haven’t been scrubbed since the last time I had this much energy (which, let’s be honest, was probably a decade ago). Everything was going great… until the universe decided I was having too much fun.
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Out of nowhere, it hit me, like a hammer straight to the soul. One second, I was thriving, and the next, I was slumped on the couch, feeling feverish, staring at the ceiling like a tragic Victorian heroine.: So this is how it ends, I thought dramatically.
Spoiler: It didn’t. But I did lie down and surrender to my fate, accepting that, once again, life had other plans.
And what a week it has been. My youngest son is currently limping around with a leg that hurts like hell, very inconvenient when you’re a chef and, well, need to stand. As if that wasn’t enough, we had an appointment with my daughters specialist, who casually confirmed that, surprise, he has a herniated disc too.
At this point, we should just start a family club. Maybe print matching T-shirts: Thanks, Mom, for the genes! Because, yes, that’s exactly what they said. Staring at me. With the look. The thanks-for-the-broken-DNA-you-so-generously-gifted-us look.
And then, just when I thought the week couldn’t get any more interesting, my ex decided to pull me into an email thread. Not just any email thread, but one involving a heated discussion with his father. And instead of, you know, keeping it between them like normal functioning adults, he thought, Hey, let’s add my ex to this chaos, she’ll love it!
So there I was, reading the absolute disaster that unfolded in my inbox, taking a solid half-day just to craft my response. And that response? A beautifully worded, deeply satisfying The past belongs in the past, and I’d like to keep it that way, thank you very much. I’m still impressed how people can be so angry at each other for decades.
And just when I thought the madness had peaked, my energy boost kicked in again. But maybe, just maybe, this fever was my body’s way of telling me to sit down for once. Because while I’ve spent so much time supporting people, with their lawsuits, repairing the electric grid and struggling with their energy, I apparently needed my own electric storm here to finally calm down.
The funniest part of it all? Looking back at this absolute rollercoaster of a week and just… leaving it there. Life works in mysterious ways, some days you’re a productivity queen, and other days you’re knocked onto the couch by fate itself. Either way, it’s all part of the ride.
And if my kids, my ex, or the universe itself have something to say about it, they can take a number. I’m busy, with a fever and napping.
