I'm falling behind on several projects, which makes me annoyed with myself. My progress on the one-pound challenge quilt has been frustratingly slow. I'm mired down with spring cleaning the last two rooms, which are probably going to take until summer arrives. My guy has been busy pressure cleaning the outside of the house, so I've been taking care of the dogs solo, including their long walks, which takes up more of my time. Then I got sick for a couple days, and that set me back on everything. All of this stuff combines to drag me down.
On the upside? I've finally gotten into the rhythm of writing again for my latest work novel, but I had a lousy couple of days with that. I did finish our hurricane prep, and now have everything in place to weather another storm season, but I still wonder if it's enough. I'm constantly second-guessing myself.
Although I have a good routine established with housework and the day job, sometimes I can't get into it. I know some of the culprits are lack of sleep (I had a bad time last week with insomnia), physical limitations (I'm definitely feeling my age and afflictions more keenly these days) and general blahness. Like everyone I get tired of all the demands on me. I'm really sick of the internet, too. All this doom and glooming and hatred makes me sick.
How do I combat all this aggravation? I'm making myself write every day in a kind of gratitude journal about how fortunate I am, and what does make me happy in my daily life (i.e. reaching my wordcount quota, the pups, a nice walk.) I'm cooking up a storm, and in the last couple of weeks I've discovered three new delicious recipes. I made oatmeal raisin cookies that are safe for me to eat that my guy actually loved. I'm fighting the frustration with positivity and creation, and it's working to slowly pull me out of this blue period.
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I'm sorry about all of this, but it sounds like you're managing and moving forward and that's a good thing! I've been conspicuously absent of late and I apologize. A week ago this past Wednesday, we said goodbye to Murphy. It's been heartbreaking and especially depressing for me, not just because I adored him to bits, but because I'm home alone, well, the cat is here, but...cat! and this is the first time in thirty years there hasn't been a dog in the house. I can't seem to stop crying. So I'm sorry I've been quiet of late. I'll be better. I'm getting a bit better every day. Love you, my friend.
nightmusic: So sorry to hear about your baby. Take your time grieving. Everyone is different.
Lynn, have you tried one of those sound machines for sleeping? Every so often I'm so wound up I can't relax even with sleep aids. I went to youtube and found a soft thunderstorm sound that lasts for 10 hours. If all else fails, that usually does the trick. There are apps too that give you white noise that help you sleep. Rain usually does it for me.
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