Yesterday, Monday, was not a good day for Adulting, as you may well remember.  I didn’t do one thing very adult yesterday, to be honest.  I read.  I watched TV.  I played video games.  I sat out in the sun.  My priest even came by for a visit, which always makes me smile and feel, well, not alone.

Besides playing, I also did a good amount of thinking and even picked up my paper journal and wrote quite a bit there to help the thoughts organize and sift down into a more natural order.  In doing all of this, there were a few epiphanies and realizations.

One:  Mondays are going to be my “day off” escentially.  They are going to be my days and I am not going to put any appointments on them, physical therapy, occupational therapy, or anything else of them unless forced.  Why?  Because when The Husband is off on the weekends I want him to rest as much as he can, because what he does as a job is stressful.  I mean, he walks, on average, eight miles a day pushing people in wheelchairs and in beds to appointments and procedures.  Since he is a socialable fellow, he also talks to the patients he transports and helps them stay calm.  And, when The Husband works on the weekends, I am busy trying to get me ready to go to church.

Two:  I am a writer, and though I am not “a professional” writer/author, I do approach writing and telling stories in a professional manner.  There isn’t one single reason why I can’t, or shouldn’t make a work schedule and keep it regardless of what some people I’ve read say.

Three:  There isn’t anything holding me back from being published any more.  There is a traditional route of publishing and a non-traditional one.  If I am consciencious and work at the craft, I can be published in both ways.

So, today I made a writing schedule for today and the remainder of the week with everything worked in.  Now, I am off to work.