New month

I’m still waiting for my new start energy, though.

First, I went to bed on time (which is pretty much unheard of) and then went on to sleep through my alarm. After almost nine hours of sleep I felt like half my brain was offline for most of the day.

I did my complete morning routine including restarting the 30-day morning yoga playlist and opening the manuscript for 15 minutes.

In case you’re thinking that all of this sounds super productive and focused I have to tell you that I also lost almost an hour to faffing around on the internet before breakfast and also another thirty minutes to opening Instagram right after breakfast. In my defense I was a bit tense after a conversation with my husband about my tendency to a) jump to conclusions and b) be tense and stressed because of my conclusions which then radiates out to him.

He basically started with „since we don’t have pork cutlets“ as an intro to discussing the two other options we had, and I took that as a hint that my grocery shopping was sub-par, and that I should rush to the grocery store that same morning to get all the stuff we didn’t have in the house.

That discussion took us beyond our new cutoff time for breakfast conversations. That cutoff time is a crucial ingredient in reducing lunchtime stress.

We’re good, we both said we’re sorry and meant it.

So then I did the breakfast dishes while listening to classical music and read „War and Peace“ while brushing my teeth, and went out for my walk/run almost an hour later than I had wanted.

It had been gray and wet in the morning but when I was out it looked like this:

All dry and sunny:

I came back home just in time for lunch:

I took a break, read quite a bit, and then went out to do some grocery shopping. Thre stores later I had yogurt (had bought the wrong kind and do not want to eat that one for breakfast), potato chips and chocolate bars (emotional necessity) and also zucchini, pork cutlets, ground beef and sugo.

I played my video game and then finally took a shower just in time for my bi-weekly coaching session. My friend also told me about the two BTS concerts she had visited last week. Very exciting. But not going was probably the right decision for me, the many, many screaming people would probably drive me crazy.

Then I ate potato chips and a chocolate bar for dinner, talked with my husband, read, and then met the boy for our weekly boss-fighting together.

I started writing this post, opened the manuscript for fifteen more minutes (coach’s homework), made a list for today and finally did the dishes before going to bed a little late.

I spent quite some time yesterday thinking about what I want to wear to my high-school reunion. Both my husband and my mother think I should wear the red dress instead of skirt and t-shirt and they’re probably right. A part of me thinks looking good is not as important as having pockets but I can survive with just a purse, probably.

More pondering soon.