Happy Valentine's Day.
Today was the day I met my grandson two years ago -- had to wait because I had shingles. It's a fun date to remember and I forget every year until I write in the one-sentence journal. And, that's kind of strange since it's Valentine's Day and should be super easy to remember.
If you don't have an interest in journaling or can't seem to commit to regular journaling -- highly recommend a one-sentence journal. It's fun to look back. It's amazing what you can recall from a little reminder.
I write about the day. Or a quote. Or a prompt that I wrote at the top of the page -- what's your favorite song right now, what's the best thing that happened this month, what's something you hated and now love. You get the idea. It's interesting how life repeats and how life changes. It's not necessarily what I expect and that makes it all the more interesting.
It's also a nice touch-point to remember things about friends and family. I'll often text someone after reading last year's entry. A reminder of something we did together or something nice they did for me or something important in their lives.
Anyway ...
Unexpected turn of events yesterday -- all my own doing.
I had the standing Friday meeting that went well. Took Duke on a long walk. Nice start to the day. Now what should I do with my unplanned open day??
How about falling face first into sweets and plopping on the sofa in a sugar coma. What the what?!?! I don't know what happened. It was lightning fast and virtually no thought to maybe this isn't the best idea.
Looking back, I'm quite distressed about the testosterone level -- I feel defeated. Up and down and with the rollercoaster comes symptoms that suck. I want to feel better. I threw in the towel and said screw it.
Of course, absolute opposite of what I should do -- made myself feel extra, extra horrible. Well done, nice choice -- geez.
As for today ...
Hike with hubby and Duke. (Still going easy on my foot so it a good time to hike together.)
Library volunteer shift.
Overnight babysitting with my grandson.
Looking for a do-over kind of day.
But ...
... some good came out of the sofa slugging.
"How to Get to Heaven from Belfast"
Oh, it's so good.
Mystery, Irish humor.
More of this tomorrow night.
Hubby loves it too.
Grow room is sprouting. Sprouting is the easy part. Fingers crossed they "take" and grow secondary leaves -- then the transplant to bigger pots. Grow little ones -- I'm cheering you on.
Hope you have a day of feeling loved -- something we can all do for ourselves. Be our own valentine -- it's underrated, but it's actually really wonderful. I'll make sure to love my people today too, but I'll start with me. Hope you do too. Later gators.