Wow, pushing it on the “Today” thing here, but here it goes.
I have to say, I didn’t really know what to do with myself today. I imagine it will take me some time to get into this properly. The first thing I did was cheap, but I decided to use it anyway. I let myself sleep an hour and a half later and didn’t feel guilty about it when I woke up. “Big deal,” you may say, and I might agree mostly. I sleep late all the freaking time. I could win the olympics in long-distance snoozing. However, I do usually wake up and feel horrendously guilty and oddly dirty somehow. Overindulgent, lazy, all of these things. Immediately my mind starts to race coming up with plausible excuses I can tell those around me (who couldn’t really care less). Why? Why why why do I insist on taking something that’s not effecting anything directly and turn it into a direct attack on myself?
Today I needed extra sleep. I allowed myself that. I woke up, made coffee, had a shower, and felt great all day! I didn’t nearly fall asleep at church like I usually do having dragged myself out of bed when I know I should, which in and of itself is probably worth missing the first lesson. The day went on and I put it out of my head.
Cheap? Maybe. Simple? Definitely.
But I’m counting it in the “win” column anyway.
As per my own requirements, a shot of myself. The end of a long day after running in through a storm.
