I am amazed at how often I embark on a routine that is destined to fail, yet I do it over and over again. You'd think I'd learn by now. Until I step back and deconstruct it like a child, I will keep running in circles. Simple example:
Monday was a torpid day. I was unmotivated at work and unmotivated when I went home to work on the book. That didn't make me especially excited to tap into Tuesday.
Typically I would roll my eyes and remember that it's just one of those days. This time I took note of several lapses. Since I only got a few hours of sleep, the day started out with tired eyes and a womp womp attitude. I also didn't give myself time to unwind between day job and book illustrating. The worst part about said funk is that it doesn't cure itself without reformation. Typical Becky: "Wasn't productive today, therefore I will stay up late so I can go to bed feeling accomplished. TOMORROW WILL BE DIFFERENT, self."
Keeping that in mind, I made sure to redeem Tuesday. Woke up early, went to the gym (even though I was lazy bones — probably gained non-muscle weight, BUT I WENT. Really though, I ate food while doing sit ups. I yawned when it was time to go home.) I slept twice as long and I had a a treat-yo-self hour between work and book (ice cream + watched Tiny Furniture). I even wrapped up at a reasonable hour, despite not getting as much done as I hoped. Guess what else I did...I read. For 30 wonderful minutes. And I didn't even feel bad about it.
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