Last night was a lot of fun. I got to hang out with my mom and her sisters; I sometimes forget how much I enjoy them, because I don’t see them all that often. Now that Spring Break is almost over, I’m left with a long list of things I haven’t gotten done yet (which is way top par for the course) and today was a lost day.
Lost days are those days where I don’t have to work and I end up sleeping for most of the day—half of the time I’m dealing with a low-grade migraine and slowly ramping anxiety. Thanks to the miracles of modern medication I don’t have nearly as many lost days as I once did, but I still find myself in a small shame spiral after one. The next day I usually make. Point to do something and to get out of the house.
I can’t help but wonder how many other people have the same kind of days. For those who do share my lost days I hope you too can remember that we get to start each day fresh Well, fresh with a side of dealing with everything that didn’t get done. Such is life.