Remember how teachers always said not to lean back on the hind two legs of your chair? I never did that when I was in school, but I started doing it while blogging because i try to reach things on my nightstand behind me without getting out of my chair. Now I have totally compromised the structure of the chair by doing this; it wasn’t that great of a chair to begin with, but now it’s turned into “Death Chair.” i could be sleeping with the fishes if I dare to fully sit my bottom on it again.
I guess Death Chair is an indicator that I’ve done a good job thus far of keeping up with habitual writing. It’s been easier than I thought it would be after returning to my job. I actually like writing. It’s satisfying to have a personal chronicle. Enjoyment+commitment= a good basis for a habit.
It’s been a week since I’ve gone back to work. I’ve been sticking with my work constitution and kind of fleshing it out. For instance, my rule about developing a lunchtime routine has evolved into a rule that I must leave my desk for the entirety of my lunch hour. I eat my lunch outside under a big shade tree where I can listen to the breeze rustle the leaves. When I’m on the clock and start to feel overwhelmed by how much there is to do, I stop to take a breather. I’ll either get up to walk down the hall for a cup of water, or I’ll take some deep breaths and then switch to a different task altogether. So far, my methods are working the way I intended, and I haven’t dreaded going to work in the morning even once in the past week.
The only thing that is kind of weighing me down is lack of sleep. Even as I write this, I feel the redness of my eyes, the lids getting heavy. It’s hard to fit in all the things I want to do during the day, but I recognize that sleep needs to be a priority, or I could face another burnout.
With that said, I must depart to my freshly-laundered sheets. Until tomorrow, friends.