Tomorrow is a big day. I go back to normalcy.
By normalcy, I mean getting up the same time every day, performing the same morning routine, and going to work. Of course there will be a difference from the last time I was in normal mode. This time around, I will feel better. Hallelujah!
Two months post-op and I have to admit, I feel terrific. I’m proud of myself for not going rogue and trying to do it all while I was supposed to be doing nothing. I did nothing.
Therein lies the problem.
I did nothing. I didn’t get my novel re-edited as I had planned. I didn’t knit all the mittens I planned to knit. I didn’t organize my closet (though that one was sorta not allowed anyway because of the lifting involved — that’s my story and I’m sticking to it).
This past week I got the good news that all has healed, the pathology is still good, and I can now resume my interrupted life, and that of course means going back to the work-a-day world.
So the first thing I did was to try to fit in all the stuff I didn’t do over the past 9 weeks into one marathon weekend. The surprising thing is that I actually DID accomplish a few things on my list (not any of the stuff I listed up there, of other little projects – like restarting this blog). Which leads me to the conclusion that the less time I have, the more I get done. I’m no good with too much time on my hands. I need the structure and the deadlines. Without it, I’m a danger to myself and my scale. I stay up way to late and sleep in way to long. I forget to eat breakfast and lunch, and then over indulge at dinner.
Tomorrow morning I will hit the shower at 6:30, and the road by 7:45. I just hope I can get to sleep before 2:00am and don’t sleep through the alarm.
I should make a list too, of things I am likely to forget: make a lunch – AND TAKE IT WITH ME, remember where I put the badge — AND TAKE IT WITH ME, gather all the files of the work I’ve done from home — AND TAKE THEM WITH ME. . . (you see a trend?)
Wish me luck!