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.