Me: grump grump grump grump grump
Don: when was the last time you exercised?
Golly, you’d think I’d have learned this by now!
Lots getting me down this week – which I will not bore you with too much. Suffice to say aggravating work people are aggravating. And I just finished a novel where a 50-something woman makes significant and positive changes to her life and suddenly dies of illness before she can enjoy any of it. I was expecting a protracted death with additional self-discovery, but boom! dead! I guess this is how it mostly happens.
All roads lead back to the exercise thing though.
Time once again to activate the Extreme Self Care. This means eating well, EXERCISING, removing instagram from my phone, doing some gentle creative things, avoiding the news firehose.
I know that some of you adore instagram, and at times I do too – but mostly it just makes me feel like a failure. I know this is kind of nuts. Irrespective of whatever clever strategies I employ to approach it, the eventual result is invariably the same.
And continuing with the theme of radical candour, I’ve been giving serious second thoughting to continuing the blog. But I’m going to sit with that decision a while longer until the self-care kicks in.