Monday was a bad day. A really bad day. I hate going to bed on those kinds of nights because I have a hard time falling asleep and then I wish I could stay asleep until things got better. I always say that the bridge between hope and despair is a good nights sleep but the truth is that sometimes you know you're going to wake up that next morning and not feel a whole lot different. Or better.
So I thought, what can I do to make it better. What can I do to feel less lousy.
Not a whole lot, it turns out. But I do know that being productive at least makes me feel more worthy, which was sure to up the ante a bit.
So here's what Tuesday looked like:
Wake up again. Pout. Reset alarm again, but for 5:21 the following morning. Rooster Wednesday.
Remind myself of the pact I made with myself that I would get out of bed everyday ready to take on the world, no matter what it throws at me. Groan. Get out of bed.
Make and pack lunch.
Put together decently coordinated outfit. Decide not to take a photo because I don't feel like smiling and I hate faking it.
Purchase and eat moderately healthy breakfast.
Read newest issue of Real Simple and make lots of mental notes of things to do when I move into my new apartment (someday).
Book SoulCycle class for Saturday morning with a dear friend who will be turning the big 2-5 that day and wants to start off her birthday the right way.. With a ride.
Decide I need a few new hobbies. Jogging seems like a good one because it's free, therapeutic, and I can't run.
Browse "what's new" on Lululemon site and drool over new running tops and shorts. Successfully navigate away from the site without making any purchases.
Realize it wouldn't be that free of a hobby, but I'd still like to try it. All part of my "get bikini ready in the next 11 days"plan. #doomed
Email the nurse at Nana's Home to thank her for taking such good care of Nana and offer restaurant recommendations for her upcoming trip to New York.
Check lots of things off my to do list.
Email friends I haven't seen recently to see when I can see them.
Ask big sis for advice. Take it.
Have very insightful conversation with Blair's Head Band about why I have so much trouble being vulnerable.
Decide on gifts for several upcoming celebrations.
Listen to Call Me Maybe.
Stop at the bank.
Make bed because I forgot to in the morning.
Indulge in dinner of Caesar salad and pasta. Please note this is not part of the "bikini body in 11 days" plan. Eat only half of the pasta so I can have other half for lunch today.
Catch up on the Bachelorette because I was out on Monday night. This chick is vulnerable.
Book next Bliss appointment.
Catch up on Reality Steve and laugh out loud. Hot damn that fool is funny!
Go to Baskin Robbins for a big ole cup of Rainbow Sherbet. It's unavailable?! Pout. Compromise and get kiddie cup of Mint Chocolate Chip.
Lay out clothes for Soul.
Go to bed grateful for small pleasures and hopeful for better days ahead.