I did wake up early-ish, wrote morning pages, did yoga and meditated, so that was good. I had gone to bed too late again, so that was bad.
The morning went well.
I crocheted and I finally wrote an email to a friend that I had been wanting to write for ages. Turned out to be not that big a deal. Said friend is the main reason I bought tulips the day before. The picture she had posted made me realize I wanted some too:
I went running/walking. My training plan said to do interval training with slower and faster running intervals. I trotted along for five minutes or so before something in me decided it had enough. From then on I mostly walked. Couldn’t make myself run.
The weather was gorgeous and so warm that I didn’t wear a jacket.
At one point I realized the main reason I can’t make myself do hard things these days is because life itself feels like I’m playing in hard mode. We all are. So maybe, in times like these it is alright to just walk for exercise. Or to not write fiction. Maybe. I’m not giving up yet.
My husband made lunch while I took a shower:
That is falafel, potatoes, peas and carrots and leftover Brussels sprouts.
I did the dishes right away because I knew I wouldn’t want to do it after the really long teaching day I would have. I took a short break and then taught one student after the other until 7. Went upstairs to see how my mother-in-law was doing after her covid shot. She was fine. Then I ate dinner, did more dishes, started writing this post, wrote in my journal, watched an episode of „The King’s Avatar“ and went to bed.
Today there will be the walk to the supermarket. My husband is planning to cook a chicken and there will be potato dumplings (from a package – I have yet to master the art of making dumplings). Then there will be a lot of teaching again.