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2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
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Some mornings, I just don’t even feel like getting out of bed. Same old, same old frustrations lurk on the other side of the bedroom door, and for one day, just one day, maybe they’ll go away if I just stay in bed.
I know that won’t happen. It just delays solving things, getting stuff done, and preventing the stuff from getting worse.
So I fight off the need to cocoon within myself, get up, and get moving. Not always with grace or pleasantness, but I get up. I fight. I keep moving.
Sometimes that’s all I need to get myself into a better mood and a better groove for the day. Those days are wonderful – I’m productive, I feel like I’m worth something, like I’m actually capable of this adult life I’m supposedly able to live these days.
Then there are the other days, where the fight is just to keep moving for the day. On those days, it takes every ounce of me to get through the day. By the time I get home from work, I’m simply too exhausted to do anything beyond remote control care of Max. Don’t ask me what I want for dinner – I don’t know. Just feed me.
Get me to bed.
Let me refresh so I can fight another day.
This is normal for me. It has been for years. I don’t know if it’s depression or whether this is how everyone feels – either from time to time or every day. This just is.
I just keep on keeping on, as it were. It’s not always pretty, but I keep managing to get moving.
I keep fighting the good fight.