Some days I feel so hemmed in.
In this place.
All the things on my list.
All the reminders that keep pinging.
All the washing.
All the dinners.
All the bedtimes.
All the stuff.
Sometimes I just want time to do nothing, or everything, or nothing.
And I know I am lucky.
And I know I have a great life.
And I know I make my own choices.
And I know this is just the tired talking.
But sometimes… I just feel so hemmed in.