Three days into my new schedule, and I’m already late with a blog post. Hmmm….makes me wonder if this is going to be a losing battle.
Even though my writer genes often make me jump to the worst case scenario, I don’t want to focus on the negative. Yes, it’s hard and I’m pushing forward on little-to-no sleep, but I knew this first week would be.
I spent about an hour working on my edits for Harry, and that’s all the time I’ve been able to log in a week. But I have accomplished so much more.
Lets just look at today.
The alarm went off at 4:00 am because I had a 5:00 am appointment with my trainer. One of my top priorities with this transition is to stick with my fitness plan. Since transitioning began the end of last week, I only missed one intended workout session and physical and mental exhaustion was the cause. Something to feel positive about
I hit the gym, came home and hit the showers, dressed (with hair and makeup done) and was in the office by 7:00 am. Our warehouse and office are just that. We don’t have a showroom and it’s rare I physically greet customers, but I decided to adopt a philosophy I heard at a writer’s conference once (and I’m sorry, but I don’t remember the source.) “Just because we can work in our PJs, doesn’t mean we always should.” Taking the time to put myself together, even if I’ll be alone for most of the day, makes me feel better. Feeling better is the first step to pushing through hard times.
I had a clean to-do list by noon. (Self-explanatory)
Beat the afternoon rush, hit the grocery store, made it home, and have now put up the late blog post.
Am I getting it all done? No. But as a commenter pointed out Monday, Wonder Woman is mythical. I’m accomplishing enough to be happy with myself…and being late isn’t the worst crime in the book…
Looking at the positives, isn’t the easiest thing for me to do, but taking the time to be realistic in my self-evaluation is more productive than fretting over what I didn’t get done. Celebrate baby steps!
Are you a glass half full or a ‘I cut my lip on the broken glass’ kinda person?