During therapy I realized how much the word should hung over me. I did not say it out loud, but it was part of every sentence in my head. The only thing I really should, is to be kind to myself.
It is easy to talk about what is going wrong, easy to focus on the negativity of the word lock-down,
I became a fan of journaling. It has now been 3 years and I am only adding to it. Even though I started bullet journal style, I guess in a way I created my own personal style.
My end of the month ritual is the moment in time where I allocate more than a 10 minutes to my bullet journal and, with it, I reflect, and I plan.
Difficult situations often have a silver-lining. This shelter is no change to that. It can show the worse and the
The schools are back, and with it home-schooling. As Round 2 starts, the language of rounds inevitably makes you think of Fight Club. Can it be different?
It has been 38 days since my lockdown started. I know I want to make this experience count. So I started my lock-down bucket list.
Routines have the power to bring normality to this anything but normal situation that we found ourselves in. And they add predictibility.
Today starts my 4th week at home. In quarantine, or shall I say lockdown. Between burden and blessing, I have chosen to see this quarantine as a blessing.
I got lucky with COVID19. Today, I turned around. I did not feel ready to write until now, but now I feel like I have to put it out. And I fear for others
Today, I was forced to hit reset. I wonder if one day I will just hit reset, but not be bed-bound. Maybe that should be my goal for 2020.