How about I don’t go to work tomorrow on account of I don’t want to get out of bed?
Today has been the most horrible day that’s struck us in a while.
I hope that you’re healthy and moderately wealthy and passably happy right now. And if you are, then I hope that you’re grateful for it.
Life is fleeting.
I stayed up last night signing up on 7 cups of tea. That’s a community where people from around the world train to be active listeners and volunteer to chat with other people from all around the world who are down and need someone to talk to. It’s anonymous, and it’s not a replacement for therapy. But it’s something.
So, I signed up and passed the test. I’m a Listener now. And I’m going to volunteer a few spare hours every week.
I’m too squeamish and too chicken to volunteer with the physically sick, too busy or too lazy to find the time to go volunteer with kids as of now. (I will do that someday.) But I am okay at listening to people when they’re sad or scared or lonely. And this is flexible – all you need is an internet connection and an hour to spare every once in a while.
I woke up feeling fried as fuck today, after my midday nap. Too much sleep does that to me sometimes. But then I did one grown up thing, and one silly, childish thing, and I’m a lot happier now.
No idea what we could make of this. But, there it is.
More about the childish thing tomorrow. Goodnight now.
Things have been looking bleak this week. I’ve tried to put my finger on it and mostly, I’ve failed. Instead I’ve come to terms with the fact that things that sadden me tend to be vague. Which is a blessing, I’m well aware. First world problems are the best kind of problems to have. I’ll take the occasional blues over clinical depression any day, say. Or over terminal illness or crippling anxiety or poverty or living in times of war.
That said and blessings counted, things have been bleak. But I’ve decided that they’ll stop being bleak as of tomorrow. Tonight I’ll continue to clear space on my mac and hopefully, I’ll even get some work done. But tomorrow I get back to business. I pull up my socks. I roll up my sleeves. Tomorrow I go to the gym (which I just joined, fyi) at 9a.m. sharp. I work on Sam’s Shopify store. I go pet dogs and cats and discuss Life, the Universe and Everything with C and Dayson. I stop eating all these chips and all this chocolate. It’s getting to be too much again, and worse, it seems to trigger a horrible hacking cough. I do 10 minutes of something nice everyday. I make the most of me.
I’ve got to stop letting the things inside my head stop me from getting to the best possible version of things outside my head. Maybe that sentence doesn’t make sense at all. But maybe you’ll get it anyway.
- A packet of chips
- A waffle
- A lot of beer
That’s. It. How sickening.
Time to get back to my resolutions. More real food this week.