I woke up after sleeping waaaay too long and was groggy and grumpy, so I went back to sleep which was a mistake because I woke up the second time feeling worse. (It made sense while I was in my bed.) A shower and a cup of tea helped very little. I wasn’t nearly ready to take on the day so I decided to catch up with myself in my journal.
This past November I cleaned out every closet, cupboard and drawer in my house which included going through 43 years of journals. It was a huge amount of stuff. All that stuff led me to try out keeping a journal on line instead of accumulating more stuff. The good thing about a journal on line is the delete key.
I started an entry and deleted it a half a dozen times because it seemed negative, at the very least brooding, like an old lady rummaging around in a junk bin. Really, are there ever any real treasures there?
My friends tell me that I have a great attitude. I think so too, but it takes an effort that they don’t see and I don’t notice until I start watching my thoughts and writing in my journal. It takes discipline to be aware of my thoughts, discipline and energy that I wasted in bed doing nothing. I was feeling snarky from sleeping too much and it showed.
Spending time with the rack monsters cast a pall on the whole day and my mental state. I felt like I was pulling mental weeds all day. I enjoyed it about as much as I enjoy pulling weeds in the yard, in other words, not so much. 90 days is starting to seem like a long time.
How’s it going for you?



Rack monsters? Humm. The sound of it, under your bed? I’ll wait for your response on this before I embarrass myself. Which seems to be my latest trick. So, a little negative there. I can’t seem to get the first day out. I think it’s work. It keeps me thinking too much in the wrong places. I told my husband that he can start making more money any time now so I can quit and become more positive.
Do you play any other instruments? I think of Celtic Women and the dancing fiddler. Can you dance and fiddle?
P.S. If you like to clean, I’ll buy you a plane ticket. Don’t they say “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure”? I have lots of junk.
Rack monsters: rack is a military word for bed and rack monsters are the wee little creatures that keep you in bed when you should be up and about. I sing, mostly I sing. I have a guitar though, does that count. About work, spring break ends today, back to work on Monday for the most stressful part of the year. I’m trying to come up with a plan of action for work.
I’ve taken a few positive steps, to get out of my isolation shell. Talked to the women down the street, she walks everyday. Said she’d be , happy to have me join her. We probably could both use a bit of company. Set up a consultation with a dietitian,I ‘m so scared to eat because of the medication, so I’m not eating enough. She’ll help me set up meal planning. Probably help lift the brain fog, relieve some depression. These couple of activities have helped me to get in touch with people, not feeling so alone. It actually takes more guts then you’d think
I know for an absolute fact that it does in fact take guts and courage to reach out to people when you would rather not and when it takes more energy than you think you have. Good for you! That is excellent, keep it up.
I’m liking your outlook and action plan. You inspire me ;^)