I stopped writing because I didn’t feel like I had much to say. Laid off from my job, at home all day every day, time
I’m not okay, and I know it’s okay to not be okay, and I’m being patient and accepting of the not-okay. It’s been hard, though,
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.
Getting sick is not an achievement, but appropriate mind-body connection definitely is. This is true for me in particular, since it’s something I’ve often failed
One of the key challenges while unemployed has been not letting my body stagnate. It was already difficult to make sure my body moved frequently