Yesterday was one of those days. I had things to do, places to be, and I was anxious as all get out.
These were not fancy, exciting things. I get more stressed by personal admin than I do by Grand Events.
- wash hair
- walk Jake
- go to bank
- return library book
- meet friend
- walk Girl2 to ballet
- buy printer ink
Ah, I can tell you’re all quaking in your boots. A list designed to defeat…
It was a day I yearned for the energy and clear head I once had. When I worked full time and didn’t consider washing my hair a task. When banks and library books and ink were done around the margins, without planning, without medication.
I did everything (hurrah!), but collapsed into bed at 8pm, sore, overstimulated and unfit to move. I was actually delighted to get everything done- especially as my friend and colleague has a brain that works at a million miles a second. My plodding pace and repeated ‘what do you mean?’s meant that our quick coffee lasted for over 2 hours, and I ended up with a long list of things to read and consider and progress. That’s about 3 or 4 weeks good work for me, and she has it all done by this morning.
Most of the time I don’t think about what was, I get on with managing what is. But sometimes, oh, sometimes, I’d like to able to do more than one thing per day without needing more of the anti mad tablets.