Monday was a great day. I got up around nine-thirty am. I didn't actually get out of bed for very long though. I moved around for a bit, and thought I would get ready and go for my walk, but sat in bed and was on social media sites for about an hour at least. I also read a chapter of my book. The 'dad to be' that works with me, text and interrupted my deep concentration on some article about how cool fucking science is. The 'dad to be' has become one of my dearest friends, and his little lady was in town. I really wanted her to like me, and so I told the 'dad to be' that I wanted to hang out with them while she was here. It hadn't worked out the night before that we could all get together, but we had discussed maybe doing lunch before they hit the road to take the little lady back home. So, I got up and got ready and met them and the brother of the 'dad to be', out at one of the best restaurants in Winston, Mozelle's. The brother and I had fried chicken with a delicious peach on top, crispy green beans, and dank mac and cheese. It was wonderful. The little lady was awesome and I was happy to think we might get to be closer friends once she moves out here, which hopefully will be soon.
Day six was quickly becoming another bust for my routine yet again, and I felt the stress of day seven coming up. It wouldn't technically be a full week until day eight, but there are a lot of things on my weekly list that I hadn't done yet. So, I was feeling very pressured to do something. I came home from lunch and wrote my blog for the day before, and I danced and sketched for a little while before I had to get ready and go to work. I would like to report that I was in fact on time for work, I may have even been a minute early. Look at me!
I was in a great mood on Monday and even though I felt like I wasn't doing everything I wanted to be doing, I wasn't too upset with myself, because I couldn't help but be happy about all the stuff I was doing. I came home that night and sketched and worked on my tree for probably a couple hours and listened to chillstep while I did it. I floated off into another world and it felt a lot like meditation. I did, well, if you count all the walking I did at work, I almost accomplished all the things on my routine list for the day. I got sleepy after reading and turned my light off and went to bed in the dark, tired, happy and ready for tomorrow. I had made plans to go hiking and I was excited to see the trees and be out in nature. I have known for quite some time that I gain my energy from two things, one is being alone, and the other is nature. The fact that I spent hardly anytime outdoors all summer was suddenly very sad to me, and I wondered how I didn't even want that for myself. How did I not miss something so important to me? The fog I was just in less than a week ago was starting to look like something I didn't quite recognize anymore, and the more I thought about it, the more I didn't understand what I was really doing. Where was I? Was I really okay? Could I have possibly been as happy as I thought I was? By the way, I haven't missed being lazy yet, which I think is weird, I thought the first week would be the hardest, and it hasn't been anything like I thought it would be.
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