Time to reset my clock
My wake-up time has been drifting closer to lunch time in the past month, and I have to correct course. Exams are a month away, and I have to be sharp, and ready by 9 am if I want to perform well.
It was a scattered start today. My good friend S is struggling with health issues, and she needs more support. I offered solutions, and I hope she leans in for help. I did put in a few hours of studying, but my brain was slow. It seems that not following a better morning routine is affecting a me lot.
It’s the final push, and I have to maintain my motivation. I’ve been exploring a gentle workout routine this weekend, and I’ll try to implement it in the week. More stamina will give me more clarity. I keep on repeating myself on the subject of exercise, but it is the hardest activity to implement on a regular base when you’ve be out of the loop for so long.
I’m a little blah, after a blah day. It’s that limbo phase where the craziness hasn’t started yet, but lost of preparations are required. It’s the part my monkey brain fights because it doesn’t see instant rewards. I’m seeking a little excitement, but it’s time to be serious, and strategic. I really have to move more to let my stress out.
It’s also the beginning of my PMS, and missy cranky pants is in town. On a four week cycle, I spend two in a bad mood, one bleeding, and one where I’m a decent human being. The joys of womanhood. Deep breaths, and patience are on the menu.
I’m counting the days till I stop forcing myself to write every. Two years was a long commitment, one I did reluctantly on most days, but I still did it. I feel I’ll keep writing after this, but I won’t force it. Sixteen days.
I’ll try to give a treadmill run to my grumpy ass tomorrow morning. Gotta shake the sluggishness away. It is not the time to procrastinate.
