Daily Stats: Coffee = 2 | Fruit = 1 | Veges = lots | Alcohol = 1 | Exercise = nil | Domestic Achievements = adequate
Well, I'm certainly not likely to get nominated for a Medal of the Order of Australia (OAM) after today's achievements but I am content with the day now closing. Did you know the true definition of the OA honour? Overachievers Anonymous.
Today I did a bit of outputting and I enjoyed it. It didn't feel like a chore. I did grocery shopping and sort of considered a few different dishes I can cook this week to avoid a toast and yoghurt diet. I made and ate dinner. I caught up with some new friends. I continued the bookclub book, The Spy that Came in from the Cold. I emailed my sister. I planned my week ahead - this is a new technique I'm about to trial; planning my whole week in advance and attempting to stick to a schedule. I brushed my teeth. I focussed on one thing at a time as best as possible. I listened to a Podcast about psychology and mental illness treatment in 19th century Austria. Can't remember alot except that they used to study the folds of skin on your head and/or markings on your scalp for signs of madness. Did I mention I have quite a few scratchy spots on my head?!
I also had a lovely chat with a friend though I find it hard not to multitask when I'm on the phone. Cordless handsets are to blame. I was aware when I was tempted by procrastination; chose not to clean out the car but instead stick to the vague plan of outputting some writing.
Anyway, as blog subscribers I can't imagine you want some rudimentary list of my domestic achievements and a blow by blow account of my brain's waves, so I shall wrap up. All I can say is that I've bounced back up on my trampoline mind. Nothing's fixed though. I still have more money in sunglasses on my face than cash to my name. But I'm happy. I'm grateful I have a warm cosy cubbyhouse, good friends, fun family, reasonable health and the fortitude to improve from here on.
If I don't get a heartfelt intimate shag by Christmas I might reconsider all of the above and admit myself to a zoo.
