The past week has been rough. Thankfully, I think I am over the worst of it.
Midweek, I finished reading Miracle Morning. Just getting those small tasks done in the morning makes such a difference to how I approach my day. In spite of my mood swings, I found staying on track easy, I even looked forward to it each day.
The husband put the shelf up in The Sanctuary, meaning I could finally add the finishing touches. In fact, I am really glad I didn't go out and buy stuff to put in there. I may put another vision board on the other side of the shelf, but I have not quite decided yet.
Best of all, I finally got back to writing the book. That was such a good feeling. As a result of that honest and open conversation with my counsellor, I reflected on a lot of things. I don't want to waste any more time looking back and wondering what could have been. What have I got to lose? Seeing as it's what I love, why not do it? And if something good comes out of it, even better. After taking the first step, the next one doesn't seem so scary anymore.
I think this week was about stepping outside of my comfort zone and gently pushing myself to try new things and do things, even if I may be scared. I won't be jumping out of a plane anytime soon, but I may very well be getting that first draft finished in the very near future.
Have a fab weekend 💝
Some weeks I feel like my brain has been swapped out. They loan it to (or from) sane people for a couple of weeks. I’m not entirely sure at this point if I’m the borrower or lender. Some weeks, someone (mostly my husband) can do or say something and I’ll laugh. Other weeks (this week) I want to cry/scream/kill the nearest passer-by. The problem is, I’m on the mini pill. I haven’t had a period in 10 years, that’s been great but now I’m starting to wonder if it really is? I keep reading horror stories about what the pill does to you (ok these are random stories on the internet but still!) but this doesn’t give me a cycle so I don’t know where my hormones are at. I am, by nature, extremely impatient, when I say extremely, I mean to the extreme of extreme. I cannot tolerate slow walkers or drivers, being late, disorganisation and just waiting for anything in general. I am an absolute delight! My husband, on the other hand, is the extreme of the extreme, OPPOSITE! He dithers, he is never on...
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