Yesterday, I achieved the impossible. I achieved balance. I woke up early, as I usually tend to. I worked out. I did laundry. I vacuumed.
Yesterday I over-corrected. My achievement for the day was recognizing it. Yesterday morning I wrote that I’d been unproductive and frustrated about it for days.
I was (am) still feeling down in the dumps about Valentine’s Day, and I had to keep an eye on work all weekend, and overall
It feels like the Nothing is catching up to me and I’m going to fall into a depressive cycle at any moment. I’m spending my
It is Monday morning. My house is clean and my body is sore. I overslept and I plan to work from home today. I dusted,
I went and had dinner with friends. It was good to be around people. And yet, the Nothing lingers. It crept in a bit on