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Looking up
I was feeling so full of fail last month. I had a mouse in my apartment; I stopped bringing my lunches to work; I got pulled over for going twice the speed limit in a school zone (and I DO NOT SPEED EVER, but it was an unfamiliar area and I didn't see the school zone sign); I got into debt, which I have never done before; haven't been reading or blogging about reading; and I have been stressed enough that I have not been doing my best work at work, though I'm just starting to see the fallout from that. It felt like I had a centipede dropping shoes at me and I was waiting for the next one.
But I finally feel like things have quieted down enough for me to catch my breath and go onwards. I paid my bills; I paid my ticket. And I have started saying, tomorrow I will eat responsibly, spend responsibly, clean up, do the things on my list... these are not things I am doing, but they are things I am telling myself I can do, and that's progress. And the recent weirdness in my life has actually been pretty good weirdness. (More on that later, if anything comes of it.)
But I finally feel like things have quieted down enough for me to catch my breath and go onwards. I paid my bills; I paid my ticket. And I have started saying, tomorrow I will eat responsibly, spend responsibly, clean up, do the things on my list... these are not things I am doing, but they are things I am telling myself I can do, and that's progress. And the recent weirdness in my life has actually been pretty good weirdness. (More on that later, if anything comes of it.)