Laundry, Lemon Cake, and Internal Homework

 I've gotten a lot done this weekend. I was able to catch up on laundry, now that I have a working dryer. I made a lemon cake with Greek yogurt and honey. We ate Kimchee with each meal. I am tired. It's been a busy day, busy weekend. But it's been a good one. I caught up on dishes and I have the kitchen clean and ready for a new week. Fresh scrubs hanging in the closet. I a bit apprehensive about tomorrow. I don't think there was coverage in the ECC this weekend, so we will likely be busy. We are also short a person (but for good reason—she's in NYC!). I'm trying to have a positive attitude. I have been anxious today, and I'm not sure why. Perhaps it is because I am worried about work tomorrow. I have my mantra as my phone wallpaper: "I am present, and I can handle one thing at a time." I'm worried about the house payment. I got behind on some things and won't be able to pay it until my next deposit. I will call them tomorrow and let them know. Is this something you should share on a blog? Probably not, but this is mostly for myself. No one reads it. I don't advertise it. A link is on my website but someone would have to be digging to find me. I started a recipe book for myself so that I can easily recall my favorite (easy) recipes. Maybe this will help make my relationship with food an easier subject. I started Mel Robbins' Make 2024 Your Best Year workbook today. I went through my camera roll for the past year. It's incredible the things we forget. I really want to continue my healing journey. I really want to improve my life. I really want GOOD things to happen in my life. I want to exit Survival Mode and enter Flourish Mode. There is much I need to let go of, things I am aware of. Sometimes I'm not sure how to do so. When you declutter a closet you just haul everything to the nearest thrift store, Goodwill, donation center, etc. How do you declutter your mind? Is writing the key? Maybe this blog will assist with this. Perhaps this new tool is a way to declutter my mind over time. I will be interested to look back a year from now to see if I've kept up with this. I'm going to say that I do. And that I will notice significant changes in myself and my life. Good things. Positive things. 

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