Finally finding the way
Found my routine: Up at 6, read the paper, write in my journal, clean house until 9, exercise, shower, sit down at the computer at 10 a.m. And, I’ve made it into all the parts of that routine exactly one day. Yesterday.
Today, all the nitnoid momentary dramas that seem to swarm all over my life re-swarmed me. Had to go to the library to get something signed for the workshop. To the tire store to get the tires rotated. To the post office to mail my manuscript out to an agent (finally, SOMEthing involved with writing). My knee hurts, so I don’t want to exercise. If I don’t exercise, I don’t deserve to sit down and write. Or something like that. I’m exhausting myself with my own excuses, and I find myself whiny, self-destructive, and maddening. All the stuff that irritates me about other people.
Grrf.
