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Accomplishment Girl Strikes Again
Jul. 29th, 2004 08:26 pmI tend to pride myself on knowing myself fairly well. I still have irrational mood swings and occasionally behave in an unpleasant or immature manner, but at least I'm aware of the fact while it happens, and do my best to understand why it's happening and do as much damage control as possible immediately after the fact.
This means that, as long as I can keep one rational brain cell functioning, I'm usually fairly good at pulling myself out of a miserable mood when I can actually do something about it. I know what's wrong, I know where I want to be emotionally, and I know what it takes to get there. In most cases, it's just a matter of distracting myself. As long as I'm busy doing something even vaguely active and relevant, preferably around other people, I don't have the mental and emotional energy to wallow and fret.
Today was spent, therefore, fighting off the waves of muscle-relaxant-induced sleepiness and accomplishing metric buttloads of stuff. I picked several gallons of food from our garden, which seems to be recovering at least somewhat from having been mutilated. I went out to lunch with a friend, and had some fairly meaningful conversations about the state of life, the universe, and everything. I helped my sweetheart put together the arch for our wedding and picked up some decorations for it, that will hopefully avoid being eaten by cats before the ceremony itself. I found a whole bunch of gifts for a whole bunch of friends, picked up supplies for making dill pickles, found a few books at the library to help us plan our honeymoon, and reopened conversation with another friend that I was seriously concerned about losing.
Now it's approaching 8:30. All that's left on my list is.... let's see - dye my hair, spend half an hour on the exercise bike, clean the snake's cage, figure out supplies for my next cross-stitch pattern, clip coupons, put together wedding favors, send about half a dozen emails to various friends and organizations, and balance my checkbook. That should keep me busy until about 11:30, give or take...
This means that, as long as I can keep one rational brain cell functioning, I'm usually fairly good at pulling myself out of a miserable mood when I can actually do something about it. I know what's wrong, I know where I want to be emotionally, and I know what it takes to get there. In most cases, it's just a matter of distracting myself. As long as I'm busy doing something even vaguely active and relevant, preferably around other people, I don't have the mental and emotional energy to wallow and fret.
Today was spent, therefore, fighting off the waves of muscle-relaxant-induced sleepiness and accomplishing metric buttloads of stuff. I picked several gallons of food from our garden, which seems to be recovering at least somewhat from having been mutilated. I went out to lunch with a friend, and had some fairly meaningful conversations about the state of life, the universe, and everything. I helped my sweetheart put together the arch for our wedding and picked up some decorations for it, that will hopefully avoid being eaten by cats before the ceremony itself. I found a whole bunch of gifts for a whole bunch of friends, picked up supplies for making dill pickles, found a few books at the library to help us plan our honeymoon, and reopened conversation with another friend that I was seriously concerned about losing.
Now it's approaching 8:30. All that's left on my list is.... let's see - dye my hair, spend half an hour on the exercise bike, clean the snake's cage, figure out supplies for my next cross-stitch pattern, clip coupons, put together wedding favors, send about half a dozen emails to various friends and organizations, and balance my checkbook. That should keep me busy until about 11:30, give or take...
