On my way to bed, I promise, but I’m ruminating on my day a bit, and I think about how much I accomplished. It’s easy for me to get down on myself, but not that easy for me to congratulate myself. As my therapist would tell me, I need more positive self-talk. She was always right. I worked an 8 and a half hour day, on my feet the entire time, and then came home and did the dishes and cleaned up a bit. Then I even did some pre-emptive homework. I’m dead tired and I’ll pay for all of this in the morning when I wake up for a 5:45AM shift, but I’m glad I did it.
Also, I have… plans. For the future. Things that scare the crap out of me, but also excite me. I hope things work out the way I want them to… but if they don’t, things will still be okay. I’ll make sure of that.
Anyway, it’s past my bedtime.