Lockdown: Neither mindful nor purposeful

A quick one this evening because after my long walk (14,327 steps) I needed a snack, and I went to town on some tortilla chips and fresh salsa. They took up enough time and attention that I don’t have a lot of time for journaling right now, not if I want to be at my desk ready to work at a reasonable time. Which I do.

Not my best day, productivity-wise, although I got a couple of chores done. After submimtting like three things at work yesterday, today I found myself kind of trickling rather than flowing. Sometimes the words are harder to find.

Breakfast was overnight oats. Lunch was two hotdogs with ketchup, mustard, and sauerkraut. Dinner was two hotdogs again, with a couple of steamed red potatoes. Then those incredible tortilla chips and salsa for a late-night decadence.

I was feeling pretty crappy until the walk. It rained, not very hard but pretty steadily, and I got rather wet. Still felt great.

It wasn’t my most purposeful, most mindful day. I’ll right the ship Wednesday, and it begins with getting myself to bed now.

Tomorrow: a pocast I really like did a 32-seed bracket of the best things about working from home. I found some of the comments really, really in tune with my experiences. I’d like to break it down a little.

Reach out if you’re feeling alone. You don’t have to go through this by yourself.

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