Hmm, three working Fridays in a row

Today was another good work Friday.

That means three Fridays in a row have been good work days but all for different reasons.

The first one, our schedule had changed because we were isolating. I got on a roll with my work and could stick with it until the early evening.

Last week, I took my meds late and had an unexpectedly focused work session after supper.

Today, I made a plan and could stick with it even though I got interrupted and had to switch tasks unexpectedly a few times.

I wonder if I have been focusing on the wrong end of the week.

I have been trying to bring myself to a four day work week by taking Fridays off (it has rarely worked) but maybe I need to plan to work Friday and take Mondays off?

Irony, really

How ironic is it that, in the middle of an arts festival, I can’t seem to find time for any creative work?

I’m certainly not living by example this week.

Probably better for me to think of it as a seasonal thing and this is my season for providing opportunities for others to be creative.

Still, I’d like a bit of writing time, please.

I saw a weird thing today

Google says this is some part of a rose bush but I am pretty sure it is an alien spy.

A photo of some greenery with spiky, fluffy, yellow and red puffs here and there that look kind of like raggedy pompoms.

Trying to focus on the positive

Today was a very confusing and difficult day. No major crises, just one unnecessary complication after the other.

You know, one of those days when you have to just roll with the chaos instead of trying to establish order.

The only upside is that my friends and family were kind and understanding and helpful at every turn.

A hard start to my day

When I headed to the hospital this morning for a routine appointment, I thought my biggest challenge was going to be finding a place to park.

But as the hospital loomed into view (does anything good ever loom into view?) I realized that this is the first time I have gone inside the hospital since my Dad died.

And that made it so difficult to drive that last little bit toward the hospital.

It was more of a dread of what I might feel than what I was feeling. (Not a great thing for my brain to do but brains are tricky monsters)

I filled up with what ifs

What if I can’t even go in?

What if the feelings weigh me down?

What if I start crying when I step inside?

So I was feeling bad in the moment AND anticipating feeling worse.

But as I started looking for somewhere to park, and got increasingly frustrated with not being able to find a spot, I managed to distract myself.

So coming into the hospital, late and in a hurry, kept my brain busy and by the time I got to my doctor’s office I was ok.

Well, mostly anyway.