Five more shifts at work. Whoop whoop!
I had trouble falling asleep last night. My energy was buzzing, my mind was buzzing. Eventually, drifted off around 9pm (last look at the clock) and woke up in a sweaty, panicked nightmare at 9:15pm. The kind where I look at shadows and get a little freaked out (at least for a few minutes before the dream fades). All night long, I had disturbing dream after disturbing dream. Go figure. What was that about?? Glad my uncomfortable sleep is over and am looking forward to bed tonight lol.
So my big "push" pace run today doesn't seem likely. Didn't wake up bounding with energy. But you never know ... anything can happen once the run starts. I have to say, I'm a bit nervous to run outside after my bad dreams, but, again, once the run starts my nerves calm down.
One of the joys of having the kids off to school (and I do actually miss them too) is the house is ALWAYS the way I left it (hubby travels and also picks up his own stuff lol). I went to bed ... came down this morning ... no "mess" ... no change ... just as I left it. Easy peasy. I love clean. I love organized.
I have all three meals cooked and ready today. Also a good feeling. I never regret taking a little bit of time to be prepared. As much as I'm on a quest to add variety (uncertainty) to my day (life), I will never give up my "certainty" joy too.
I think part of MHP will be something I dabbled with recently. Learn something new ... do something nice. Not forcing it everyday (then it's a chore ... something to check off a to-do list), but reminding myself daily to LOOK for those opportunities. It will add variety and up my feel-good factor.
This came to me last night. Reading my kindle, I realized I never use the highlight feature (learn something new ... still need to learn it BTW, but I will). Also, I donated to a work friend's charity event last year and it's that time of year again. The charity is near and dear to her but I honestly didn't plan to give this year. Then she posted the request to my Facebook wall. I was a bit pissed - too pushy. But I took a minute and decided to donate. She wrote me the nicest thank you - saying I was the only one at work who ever donated to something so important to her (and she's been doing this for over 10 years) and it meant so much to her. Do something nice. I felt good. I felt happy. And I realized doing something nice is easy. And that SHOULD be my default setting.
Okay, I've waxed poetic for too long. Got to get my run on. Later gators.
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