One second I was having a great morning. The next I wasn't.
- Lilly Scheibelhut
- Mar 30
- 1 min read
Isn't it funny how easily the mind forgets?
Yesterday, I was working on some graphic design for Paul's fitness business, thoroughly enjoying myself.
Chai tea in hand.
Creating art.
Right after a walk, yoga, and meditation.
It felt great.
And towards the end of the second hour of designing, I felt a bit drained. I really wanted to finish though, so I pushed through until I was done (maybe 2.5 hours of work total.)
After, my mind was exhausted, my legs hurt from sitting, and I started to panic.
UGH. I'm not relaxed ...
Why did I do that to myself? I've ruined my morning.
I've ruined my Saturday!
Woahhh. Slow down ...
I took a breath and went into caretaker mode.
Okay, let's change out of my pajamas. Yeah something comfy and cute.
Let's make the bed. Easy win.
Grab my notebook. Lay outside in the sun.
One second I was having a lovely morning. The very next I was "ruining my Saturday."
It sounds simple, but a couple of years ago, I wouldn't have gone into caretaker mode. I would have panicked, wallowed, slept, and maybe smoked weed – ultimately feeling even worse.
I now have a mental list of "go to activities" that can make me feel better. It's been a long healing journey, but so worth it.
