Jenna asked me in a comment earlier this week whether I ever struggled with anything because she felt like I seem more like a machine than a human... Here's a snippet of my response to help set the record straight:
"Truly, Jenna, I wish you could have dropped by my house last week.
You see, last week was a B-A-D week. Really bad.
For five weeks, we’d been running, running, and running. Packing up our house in Kansas, driving 15 hours in one trip to TN, unpacking in our new house in TN, multiple speaking engagements in different states, a wild trip back to Kansas as a family, get-togethers with friends old and new, finding our way around in a new town, hosting out-of-town guests, and starting summer activities, all while running a business and adjusting to a completely new schedule and way of life.
And all that running caught up with me. And I was just plain tired. Bone tired.
The adrenaline wore off last week and the tiredness hit me like a mac truck and engulfed every area of my life. I was irritable. I was on edge. I was creatively drained. And I felt like I had nothing to give to anyone.
I stayed home as much as possible, considered not getting out of bed at all one morning, and was generally a really grouchy person to be around. My poor family and close friends had to deal with a yoga-panted mess of a woman with unfixed hair and a sassy, rude attitude for a few days.
Trust me: it wasn’t pretty..."
Read my full response here (and I hope it encourages you if you're having a tough day or week)