10/16/2026
It has been 43 days since i had an actual day of rest and my body didnt quite make it to the end of festival season without screaming, but im hopeful that forcing myself to spend the day in bed will at least avoid a total systemic crash.
In that time i started a new physically demanding job, came home to continue working hard on pieces for my own inventory, drove roughly 10 hours a week, spent sunup to sundown at festivals every weekend- often in miserably cold and wet conditions, cared for my first sick duck while raising ducklings, and tried very hard to dodge what chronically ill people know as "The October Slide", a nearly universal seasonal worsening of symptoms for many chronically ill people.
I am soul tired, and my body hurts immensely. I call the days when i listen to and honor my body's screaming "hibernation days". I legitimately don't leave my bed. I order in take out, read a book, and consume literal gallons of water. Because i know what the consequences will be if i dont. We're in the home stretch of festival season, and im determined to survive it. Hope to see you for our final weekend of faire!