I got home feeling perked up and so in the third quarter decided to do a workout in the garden and then, feeling full of endorphins, reached out to a few friends to see if anyone was around for an early alfresco dinner. As the second quarter hit I nudged myself back into action and decided to go out on my own, so I went to the park, downloaded an audiobook and spent several blissful hours in the sun with the buzz of life around me. I didn't have plans one Sunday - which in theory is fine - but this was a sunny Sunday and so I spent the first few hours of the day feeling lonely, like I was missing out and wasting the day. Now, previous me would have felt lacklustre for the rest of the day, would have probably ordered an indulgent Deliveroo for lunch, felt sluggish as a result, wasted time going over the perceived humiliation of the meeting and then cancelled drinks in favour of slobbing in front of Netflix, citing “I had a shit day and just don't feel like it,” as my reason for flaking on arrangements.Īnother example, you ask? Sure.
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