The end of another week/slog that felt like getting teeth pulled. If I could control time I would mandate 27 hours per day, where the extra 3 are allocated to automatic bonus sleep, no matter what you do with the other 24.
Temperate Friday evenings are all about the winddown though. It’s funny when I share stories of my Old Self with new friends. Tall tales are mostly met with disbelief and bemusement.
It’s true — virtually nothing about my second self is socially reflective of my past behaviors.
That’s a really nice thing to hear about yourself. So much of life still puzzles me (and probably there are parts that always will), but I have to say: I have positive feelings about the person I am becoming.
A nice note to end the night on. Will I make it to 10AM boxing-oriented class tomorrow? I allowed myself a breather today, but consistency early on is crucial to long-term maintenance work — much the same way it is for starting a recovery program.
This is how we do.