Again too much to catch up and too tired.
Today I’m grateful I got another vet check on the old boy in the morning. Better save than sorry. I’m grateful he is sleeping next to me atm. I’m still vigilant. But know: sleep. I’m grateful for sleep medication and individual responsibility.
I’m grateful I draw boundaries today. I’m grateful I respond at my pace. I’m grateful I don’t give a fuck. Not even on my own pitty party about feeling lonely and missing the ex. Blablabla, I’m to exhausted to be kind and shoo this wave of retrospect feelings compassionately. I bluntly tell my mind to shut the fuck up. Nobody here anymore. Period. Try whining again tomorrow.
I’m grateful I’m aware of stink bugs.
I’m grateful the seedlings grow.
I’m grateful for education. I enjoyed the workshop today very much, really interesting. Never mind that I won’t remember the last 15 minutes, I was sleeping with my eyes open. Can’t concentrate in the evening, exhausted from the day, allthough I took a nap in the afternoon. I’m grateful that’s ok for me because I cannot change it, I’m a morning person with limited energy. I’m grateful I take life one day at a time. I’m grateful I keep avoiding expectations and thinking about the future. It’s tiring enough to deal with one day. I’m grateful tomorrow is a new day and waking up without a hangover never gets old