Neurora

It’s the last day of a long weekend. Four days off. No work. It should feel like rest. But it doesn’t…

I don’t hate it. But I’m not well either. I feel sluggish. A bit like being tired, but without the sleep.

I have lost my rhythm– the momentum that usually carries me through the day. And then even simple things—starting something, moving, and eating—feel heavier than they should.

I’m not stuck between wanting to rest and needing to work. It’s not like that. It’s more like I’ve lost the thread. And I don’t know how to pick it back up.

I want to build a life that works even without external structure. A rhythm that doesn’t rely on others to give it shape.

But I’m scared of becoming too rigid. What if I build something that helps— but over time, it becomes a structure I can’t leave?

I don’t know what to do with this yet. But it keeps showing up.