So my shifts at work during the week got changed, so now I start at 10:15am instead of 9:30am. Not that big of a difference, yet I feel like I achieved a lot more when starting earlier.

I was getting out of bed at a decent time, exercising, walking my dog, showering and getting ready, all in time to leave to drive the 30 minutes it takes to get to the aged care where I work with my second client, by 9:30am.

Today on the other hand, and all of last week, and the one before, I have been sleeping in, not exercising, (my phone app tells me daily how long it’s been since I exercised last, and I’m now at something like 16 or 17 days), not walking Boss before work, and instead just getting up late, having coffee and reading Reddit and/or the news.

I have to leave in approximately 15 minutes for work. I have all my uni stuff in front of me, as I’m trying to get in a months extra studying, before uni goes back in March. I could have looked at that, I could have exercised or walked my dog. Probably could have done lots truthfully, but instead once again, sitting here with my coffee on my laptop.

Though on saying all of this, I am glad that I used this time to write a small story. It helps me so much when I can get what I’m feeling out and into a story. Though, it tends to only help me, if I’m sharing into the void, so that others can read them too. I have tried to journal for years, and sometimes I do it, but it’s so sporadic and I never read back over anything so I do not learn that way. At least this way, I will always be able to keep track of what I’m writing and can easily read back to see what I need to learn.

10 minutes to go until I need to leave, and I’m sure that will go fast.

Sending light and love to everyone 🙂