I think if yesterday taught me anything, it’s that I have to be okay with taking shortcuts in order to function.
As laid out in my plan for the latter half of yesterday, I did in fact tackle everything on my list. I prioritised doing a little bit of everything rather than doing anything in full. As I get further into this depressive spell, I’m discovering new ways to cope and become a version of myself that I can be happy with.
For instance, as per my new ideal routine, I’m supposed to get up at 9AM and be writing my Confession by 10AM. Last night, however, was another night of tricky sleep, so when I woke up this morning, it took a few snooze buttons to coax me out of my slumber. My wife very kindly brought me a coffee in bed, so I drank that while listening to a podcast to fully wake me up. When 10AM struck, I still wasn’t quite ready to pull myself from bed, so I’m writing this on my phone, still curled up in my duvet with my dog’s head resting on my lap.
I’m still doing what I set out to do, even if I’m deviating slightly from the plan. It’s not about the plan; it’s about finding what works for me.