There’s still a little damage from yesterday’s digestive storm, but I’m happy to report that the evil sheep are now penned and muzzled. Though I’m still doing the full 30, we’re coming close to the 21 days that Shawn Achor said you would see results, and I’m getting curious about how day 21 will go–Shawn never said. I love how vague he is, though, about what these results look like, and I say that without any sarcasm whatsoever. Not knowing what the destination really is forces you to think in smaller, more immediate chunks, or what I imagine hippies refer to as “the journey.”
Day 19 was a good day. A simple one, but a good one. Maybe even a great one. It’s been pretty much a 48 hour cycle of good day/bad day. Though my tummy grumbled, I woke up this morning feeling refreshed and even a little positive, as I expected. “As I expected.” In just 19 days I’m now expecting a good day to happen. Sure, day 20 might find me back in an emotional sewer, but a few months ago, that was every day. A few months ago, I expected every day to be just like the one before. So even though this week has switched daily from peak to valley, there are peaks. Where before I’d been sitting every day in an ocean canyon.
I was up at 6 am again this morning—and a whole 5 minutes before the alarm went off. It wasn’t horrible. But my stomach was still moaning like the undead, so I decided to save the exercise for later and meditated for 15 minutes before going in early to work.
The minute the meditation was over a horrible sound erupted outside, something akin to a jackhammer party at a Harley convention. Eyes opened; sound started. I don’t mean to get all Universe-y, but the timing was incredible. Come to find out, they’re repairing the sewer line on our street this week. No, the metaphor is not lost on me. I am disappointed in you, universe. I expected something less obvious.
Random act of kindness
I took a coworker to lunch today. This feels like cheating, though, because I got both the pleasure of her company and a few minutes away from my desk. I like this one best when everybody wins.
It was a nice day out, and I needed to get this done, so I walked home from work again. This time I made sure to seek out all the hills I could find.
3 things I’m grateful for:
1) Good days
2) Not getting fired
3) Quiet time this evening that isn’t weighed down with worry
Reflect on something good that happened
There is a person at work that I find intimidating. When I feel like this around someone it comes out in the way I speak: I get my words tied; it’s hard for me to come back with any-liners much less one-liners; I struggle to find the right thing to say, and I never, ever find the right thing to say. Today that somehow passed. I felt natural and easy and didn’t have the verbal self-consciousness that I usually suffer from. Told ya. Today was a good day.