Time on my own on a Saturday is the worst time because I have all this unstructured time and my head starts ticking, it won’t let me relax; the voice nags, you have to do this, then that, and you haven’t even done this yet… I can never find things, it slows me down more. I wander our small flat with bedraggled damp hair and one eye made up. Where is it? I have to get out of here, go for a walk, clear my head. But there’s wet clothes in the washing machine, and mud on the floor – I’ll just sort that first. And empty the bin. I must get some credit for my phone while I’m out… and so it goes on.
I need a shift in my thinking…
Think of all the things I can do today! Saturday is the best day. I wake up late, around 10.30, get showered, put the washing load on, do the tasks I’ve been meaning to do for ages like re-pot the plants. Soil goes everywhere, but it doesn’t matter because I have time to clear it up. I look in the mirror, my skin looks a little fresher today for the extra sleep. I’m not ready to leave the house til 1pm today but that’s good because my skin has chance to breathe before I pile the foundation on… I know I should really get some study done at some point today, but I think I’ll go for a walk first, get some fresh air, blow the cobwebs away…
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