I’m sure the title seems quite odd to some of you. I’ve had this particular bullet journal that I am using for the last 3 months and I have to say that there is not a day during that time that I have completed the to do lists in there. The thing is, it isn’t like it is a long list. Maybe five or six things on it. Mostly keeping my journal and writing on the blog.
By the scarcity of posts here, I’m sure many of you have noticed that was simply a task I didn’t get done most days. In fact, between adjusting to my medication and trying to learn how to run my schedule, I haven’t worked much at all. I’m finally back into a place where I get up excited to write.
Not to mention, I’ve picked up books to read once more as well. Not self help books this time, but fiction, which is another new occurrence for me. I’m just feeling a lot more like me. Like some huge invisible weight has been lifted off me. One I didn’t even realize I was carrying around, or rather I realized it, I just didn’t know how to get rid of it.
It’s a great time for all of this to occur as it means I will be starting the new year in a great place. I did spend most of yesterday wrapping all the Christmas gifts I had hid around my room. That is the one task I always wait until the last possible week to do it all in. I’m not fond of the task, if I’m honest. I absolutely love the hand selecting out what I think are perfect gifts for my loved ones, but wrapping it all…that is a task I generally leave to whomever I can pawn it off on. Only this time, I had nobody, so it had to be me.
Still, I’m proud to say it is complete for me. At this point, any other gifts that come into the house are not mine to wrap. I even managed to find time after all of that to sit down and actually get word count down. My goodness, it is the most incredible feeling in the world. I didn’t reprimand myself over word counts that I thought I should have gotten, I simply enjoyed the task of sitting down to write.
It was and is glorious. Something I have struggled with often throughout this year due to putting unneeded stress upon myself. However, I can say that getting the help I’ve needed mentally has certainly made a huge difference in my life. It can only go up from here.
My ferocious Moose dog has helped immensely as well. He is still very much a puppy which can be a place of some frustration in some areas, but he is wicked smart. I’ve had so much fun working with him as he learns new commands and helps me be a more active person, which sounds weird for being an Emotional Support Dog. However, he is getting better at picking up signs of when I need him the most to help calm anxiety attacks or to stop a particular depressing day by simply being his goofy self.
He makes sure that I don’t sit in front of the television or computer all day watching videos. Instead, we get a lot of exercise together, which has helped not only with the depression, but with my physical health as well. Shoot, he’s even helped the hubby man’s ESA as well.
My hubby man’s dog spent a lot of time sleeping and laying around. His weight was getting a bit out of control no matter how we adjusted his food. Since the Ferocious Moose has entered the house, he gets up and plays a lot more too. His weight is coming right off and he is a generally happier dog as well. Funny what a little brother can do.
Here is to another day of finishing all the tasks in my bullet journal and finding joy in the journey. Until next time, remember to L.O.L. (Live it, Own it, Love it) or it isn’t worth doing.