Back in the saddle

Rough night last night but I think mostly what it is is that I’m not sleeping very much and I get freaked out because I can’t fall asleep and… cue hours of misery and pondering of the unhelpful variety and mood destabilisation.

Let’s invent labels for these things. That’ll help.

It helps to have a routine, even in Lockdown.

It helps to have allocated time to do nothing and allocated pointers along the path. Sometimes it’s writing, sometimes it’s something inspirational on YouTube. Sometimes it’s chores around the flat. Anything obvious.

I remembered my purpose and my place, or at least one of the places, where I was best fitted and most needed, if only by a handful of people. I did something that felt good and used my gifts and I felt loads better. So it’ll be OK, for the next little while.