The Hope Neuron

I am dipping a little motivation-wise, but I am telling myself firmly that it’s not a permanent thing. A few days in a row of feeling sapped is not that strange, considering the push I’ve been trying to make with my schedule and creativity.

The hardest part is getting out of bed, which runs a close race in difficulty with the challenge of getting out the door. This week I have been going out almost as soon as I am dressed, fed and medicated. Even if there’s extra time, I prefer to be at the hospital waiting for the right time than sitting around waiting to leave.

Getting that trip there over with is paramount. So far I’ve managed it and I’m feeling pretty optimistic about tomorrow’s chances too. Also glad it’s the last one of the week so I can take a couple of days without worrying about the morning. And take those nights to my advantage too.

I think that’s all for tonight, in terms of thoughts. I can gather more for a better update tomorrow, when doing so is not also me avoiding sleep a little bit. (The process is still somewhat cumbersome.)

ps. I also seem to be redistributing my appetite? Dinner time I’m not interested in food, and then hours later it seems more like munchies.

Okay, okay. I said sleep, right?

Night night.