4pm slump caught between go, go, go and let-me-take-a-quick-nap. Friday afternoon, or Sunday afternoon, or any afternoon. The kind of chronic tired where you can feel the purple underneath your eyes get deeper and more pronounced. There’s a sign attached to my ponytail that tells everyone how I woke up 15 minutes before class, and that yes, I did wear these pants yesterday, and the day before that.
I should be further ahead.
Caught up.
More approachable.
Friendlier.
I should smile more, talk less about myself, ask more questions.
If only I went to bed earlier, ate a salad for lunch and skipped the ice cream, paid more attention in class, was a better speller, more informed, and could just go with the flow.
What would life be like if I had a high metabolism and a photographic memory?
But, I don’t. And I probably won’t.
It’s a slump day, don’t-want-to-leave-my-room day, spilled coffee down my leg kind of day. But, slump days are still A-Okay days. They’re the just-get-through-it kind of days, with little sprinkles of sub-par occasions thrown in.
Slump days make the high functioning, go-getting, close your eyes and hope it never ends days, even better. When you know you’re doing something that you don’t want to ever end. Slump days let us appreciate the not-so-slump days even more.
Bring on the slump days and the hump days, because the not so perfect makes can us feel a little more alive.
