(Back-dated due to technical issues)
Today I thought about writing. Not this kind of daily bloggish writing, but working on my book that has been collecting dust while I protect it from the whims of... me.
I began making plans for how and when I could work on it. And it seemed like a reasonable plan. If I could just figure out a regular time to do this. Sunday afternoons? Monday mornings? I don't know.
The book has been on my mind partly because in the news today there is a story of a hostage situation at a shopping mall in Nairobi. My book is set in Kenya. And I think (although I am not certain) that it is likely the shopping mall where I purchased a cookbook on "Indian Cookery" when I visited more than a decade ago.
I am also thinking that I might be ready to do some more thorough tracking of nutrition and exercise. Because thinking about doing that no longer causes me to feel exhausted.
And also, thinking about thinking and getting too much into my head is just not useful in terms of Kicking Depression's Ass. I need to get the whole body involved in the effort. Less brain. More body. Geez does that not sound like fun.
...then I went to work, made a bunch of bone-head mistakes (which anyone can do), realized I had forgotten to eat lunch, had some dinner, came home and went to bed at a reasonable hour. Unfortunately that meant that when I tried to post this it was from my kindle fire that sometimes has let me post things, but which did not so much work last night. And I was not about to get out of bed and fire up the regular computer because that would have led me into four hours of tinkering on nothing important whatsoever...
Grateful Crap: People who tell me they are concerned about me. While I am not looking for people to express this concern, I am never bothered when they do.
took meds (150mg sertraline, 300mg bupropion) - need to get more
ummm... I don't remember what else I did
Quaker, teacher, parent,