A late night last night. A restless night’s sleep. A husband who had to be up at 5. I am not a morning person unless the morning is starting around 9.
I still got a lot done.
I took 11 boxes of paper and 9 bags of shredded paper to the recycling center.
I spent almost 2 hours balancing our checkbook and updating our budget program. It takes only a few minutes a day if I do it every day, I hadn’t touched it in over a month. I didn’t plan on ignoring it for so long…one day became two and so on. I even sorted through a huge stack of unopened mail. A classic case of ignoring a difficult problem until it becomes an enormous problem.
We sorted out some stuff. One more bag is ready to go to the thrift store.
I worked on my canvas. I’m really trying to push some self-imposed boundaries. You’re lucky that I can’t post a photo of it because my internet is screwing up. I hate it. It’s ugly. And terrible. I think it reflects how I feel.
I am tired and discouraged. I’m overwhelmed and really having trouble looking on the bright side.
My problems are first world problems. I am so much better off than most of the world. My problems are nominal compared to what’s happening all over the world and in my own backyard.
This is depression and anxiety. Even well-managed depression and anxiety. Even when you take care of yourself and rest.
Sometimes the day just “goes bad”. Sometimes there’s a reason. Sometimes not.
You can’t see clearly. A part of you knows that it will work out. The house will get cleaned. The painting can be re-worked. There is a glimmer of financial hope on the way. It could certainly be worse. Just follow the news.
But you still can’t see clearly. Your focus turns inward of it’s own accord and all you can see is your sadness.
The difference between yesterday and today. Night and Day.
But I have faith and I believe. Tomorrow will be a new day