Post-a-day 10: Achievements and Breakthroughs
I had what felt like a frustrating day yesterday, starting with being late for work and ending with posting a not dissimilar entry to this one only to find when I logged in today that it didn't actually post properly. So I'm not actually two days out with my postings. Just one and a missing link...
Even though it seemed frustrating and I recognised my usual behaviour when confronted with anything stressful: silent; sullen; negative. So I decided to take stock of what I had actually achieved, and the list was actually pretty long.
I gave three coats of white emulsion to the watermarks on the kitchen ceiling, which made them look a lot better for when the valuer arrived to see the house. It's even inspired me to keep going and do the rest once the valuers have visited.
I cooked a proper dinner from scratch. Veggie chilli. I was too ruddy miserable to really enjoy it, though. Note to self: don't eat when feeling defeated. It gives me heartburn.
I wrote 200 essay words and did some research. It doesn't seem like many, but I feel like I've got a better idea of where I'm going with it now. I'm finding the style of writing it in the first person with reference to my own experiences as well as published literature almost physically painful. It goes against every writing convention I hold dear, but if I can just swallow my pride and my bile at the fact it's completely unnatural I'll get through it and then I can move on.
I drew up some business card proofs for my graphic design paymasters, which I was very pleased with. I will await their verdict on them, but hopefully they'll be hailed as at least satisfactory. I also emailed off my invoices and received confirmation almost immediately of cheques in post. Hurrah!
I put away all my shoes, vacuumed the stairs, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom and dusted in the living room. I chided myself for tinkering at the edges when there were other parts of the house that looked like some kind of explosion in a clothing factory with laundry everywhere, but consoled myself that I was at least doing something rather than nothing. Thanks to the efforts of J and myself, the house looks like it's been neglected now rather than ruthlessly ransacked by very thorough burglars.
I managed to catch up with a couple of friends. Even though it was only by text, it felt good to make contact. One of them is pregnant and due on Boxing Day and I didn't even know! She sent me a picture and is very round. What is it with so many people getting all pregnanty at the moment, huh? Ah well, I digress...
The final breakthrough of the day was when I was reclining on the bed. J came up to wish me goodnight and we were joined by Monty, who actually sought us out for fuss for the first time since he moved in and graced us with his first purr. It was a beautiful way to finish the day, and cheered me up no end.
Even though it seemed frustrating and I recognised my usual behaviour when confronted with anything stressful: silent; sullen; negative. So I decided to take stock of what I had actually achieved, and the list was actually pretty long.
I gave three coats of white emulsion to the watermarks on the kitchen ceiling, which made them look a lot better for when the valuer arrived to see the house. It's even inspired me to keep going and do the rest once the valuers have visited.
I cooked a proper dinner from scratch. Veggie chilli. I was too ruddy miserable to really enjoy it, though. Note to self: don't eat when feeling defeated. It gives me heartburn.
I wrote 200 essay words and did some research. It doesn't seem like many, but I feel like I've got a better idea of where I'm going with it now. I'm finding the style of writing it in the first person with reference to my own experiences as well as published literature almost physically painful. It goes against every writing convention I hold dear, but if I can just swallow my pride and my bile at the fact it's completely unnatural I'll get through it and then I can move on.
I drew up some business card proofs for my graphic design paymasters, which I was very pleased with. I will await their verdict on them, but hopefully they'll be hailed as at least satisfactory. I also emailed off my invoices and received confirmation almost immediately of cheques in post. Hurrah!
I put away all my shoes, vacuumed the stairs, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom and dusted in the living room. I chided myself for tinkering at the edges when there were other parts of the house that looked like some kind of explosion in a clothing factory with laundry everywhere, but consoled myself that I was at least doing something rather than nothing. Thanks to the efforts of J and myself, the house looks like it's been neglected now rather than ruthlessly ransacked by very thorough burglars.
I managed to catch up with a couple of friends. Even though it was only by text, it felt good to make contact. One of them is pregnant and due on Boxing Day and I didn't even know! She sent me a picture and is very round. What is it with so many people getting all pregnanty at the moment, huh? Ah well, I digress...
The final breakthrough of the day was when I was reclining on the bed. J came up to wish me goodnight and we were joined by Monty, who actually sought us out for fuss for the first time since he moved in and graced us with his first purr. It was a beautiful way to finish the day, and cheered me up no end.