Had some quiet time to myself this morning and realized I’ve been feeling like I’ve been underwater. I sat at my dining table, writing in my journal recapping the many events that happened the past two weeks and felt like my ears finally popped. I sat there listening to the wind from outside my window, the distant but close enough sounds of the preschool nearby of children laughing, yelling and playing on their recess. As aware as I am of how much (over)stimulation and over load of information I put myself in, I probably was also avoiding some down time because I didn’t know where and when to put down the feelings and thoughts that’s swirling inside of me. I write and write about nothing and everything in particular. I am reminding myself to breathe