My butterfly mind feels a little stagnant. The wings are tired and fluttering seems an effort. Time has stopped, well slowed significantly. I am reasonably busy, many things are moving in the right direction if a few have not budged, yet I feel a bit...still.
It could be a case of the calm after the storm. I feel like sometimes you can have an amazing week, where you are extremely busy, lots happens and you barely have time to breathe. Then in some form of pattern, the following week drags beyond belief. Often this is suspected when we are waiting for something. When we are eager or excited for a particular event, it often seems as though it will never arrive. Then again,if something out of the ordinary or particularly wonderful happens, we become so wrapped up in a state of bliss that anything normal to follow seems mundane and very dull. Sometimes this is not the case at all and we cant seem to find a logical reason for the day's lethargy and so we become frustrated.
I think that our own paranoia can add to this frustration. The slow day makes us feel lethargic and lazy, so we cannot concentrate on anything but our sluggish surroundings and so obsess about them even further. Obviously each person is different. Some love to have hours to kill, watching a film or relaxing. Others find the prospect of an empty day tedious and mind-numbing. As always the concept is subjective.
For now I am unsettled by my unmoving butterflies and I wish they would flutter by. Or maybe they are perfectly happy and my anxiety is simply the anticipation of another cocoon getting ready to open.
