I feel most productive late at night or very early in the morning before sunrise. This is the best time: the quiet of the house, no dogs barking, no sister talking nonstop, just me, my computer, and my imagination.
I have little free time. At work, they pile more work and responsibilities on me, but don’t give me more time to do them. Then, for some reason, I find the time to make time.
Why can’t I do this in my personal life? Just make time to do all the wonderful things I want to do.
My favorite topic is talking about all the great things I can do when I squeeze time out of my schedule. I love pouring over articles, drawings, writing, and collecting them. I like talking about how these things make me relax, and then I explore different art and crafts to add to my growing collection.
It may seem weird, but just talking about what art project I get to do next relaxes me and makes me feel content.
Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?
In any relationship, romantic, business, or friendship, I find you need to hold onto who you are.
You have principles and keep an eye on them and remember them at all times. Sure, you can let loose and enjoy life and the situation but never lose sight of who you are.
I did once, and I found myself doing everything he wanted and nothing I wanted. Fortunately, I woke up early enough to get out of the so-called relationship. He didn’t like it, but because he didn’t have his hooks on me tight enough, I walked away strong and on my own two feet. But I wish I did it sooner. Nevertheless, I did it in the nick of time.
I travel on local transit to work and it is unpredictable.
Since Covid, more and more homeless and dangerous people travel alongside regular commuters. Man, I see some weird things going on. I keep to myself. I try to be pleasant. I let people go ahead of me, and I don’t argue because you never know what that other person would pull out.
I fall on my knees and I give thanks to the Lord for seeing me through.
Hey.
The day could have gone far worse.
Last week, for example, was really challenging mentally and demanding with me helping some vulnerable clients during their appointments in the clinic.The Lord gave me the physical strength to work through the day as well as the mental strength I needed. In the end,I was able to say I did my best. It may not be enough for the clients, but with my vast experience, they received all I had to give.
Seeing the cognitive decline of clients I have helped over the years is taxing. My compassion is growing along with my frustrations. It is not easy to watch on the sidelines and not feel something for these people. They find it hard to understand what is happening to them.
Why can’t they hear like they did when they were young?
Why do people lead them around to places they do not want to go?
Why is no one listening to them? Why do they have to do what they are told?
And who are these people who are calling me Mom?
Dementia is an evil disease with no respect to anyone. It seems to strike whenever and whoever it desires.
Health is a blessing I do not take lightly.
At the end of a day like that, I thank the Lord for helping me, and I give him thanks for my blessings.
I use Facebook for information and to stay connected with some associations or groups or even friends. I love to see what is trending or I post. I use X once in a blue moon. I have not really sat down to use Instagram.
There is just too much to do on social media and not enough time.
Every day is a great day to sleep in. But I can’t. Have to go out to work or I have an appointment. There is always something to keep me from snuggling down deeper in my bed.
I acknowledge that I don’t get enough sleep because I putter around too much before going to bed.
I read somewhere that sleep is essential to leading a healthy life. Getting into a sleep pattern is challenging, but for my health, I have to get in gear. I have to learn to shut everything off and clear my brain and relax.
Easy to say. It is hard sometimes, so I try to do two minutes of minfulness. Clear my mind of the daily clutter for two minutes. That doesn’t work. I am too busy trying to figure out how to clear my mind when something pops up I forgot to do.