Life: out of sync, in a funk

My toothpaste just fell off my toothbrush.

I realize that's insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but it's a minor symptom indicative of a larger constellation of symptoms. I'm having one of those … months. I'm dropping things. I say what I mean to say but don't say it the right way so the implication is screwed, I'm irritable and grumpy, I have headaches, I'm tired yet stay up too late, I'm not recovering well from workouts, I feel the strain in my shoulder picking up a child, and I've got a gazillion (technical term) little projects that need to get done but seemingly no time to get them finished off.

I feel off.

You know how somedays you're firing on all cylinders and you just seem to walk along magically catching everything that comes your way? You move just in time with the universe's beat and you feel sharp? Like, one time I was taking in a load of staple goods to the house from the car from the Big Bulk Club (you know it), and I was carrying a bunch of stuff in one arm and in the other hand I was holding a pack of 40 plastic-wrapped water bottles by the edge of the packaging. So the plastic at the edge snapped off … and I caught the entire case in mid-air with the same hand. That's the kind of do-no-wrong feeling I'm talking about.

Right now, I don't have it. 

I want to be easy and zen and relaxed and it is so not happening. In pottery terms, I'm trying to pull a pot but the clay wasn't centered perfectly. Stuff is just off and every rotation seems to sling it further and further out of whack.