I feel refreshed.
Part of that is the dope ass shower I just took (so fresh and so clean!)…but part of it is also how much crap I got done today.
The house was dirty. I cleaned it. The laundry needed folding. I folded it. Newsletters needed writing. I wrote them. It was one of those Sundays where I prepped myself for a good week. I haven’t had one in a long time.
Sundays, for the longest time, were my favorite days. I used them like I used today: to get ready for a badass week of work.
I fell out of that routine somehow, around this time last year when I decided to write full time. I think it’s a sign of me coming into my own on that front that I’m starting to use Sundays the same way again. I hope it is, anyway. It’s only been ONE Sunday, after all.
I feel great. Not burned out at all, like I was at the end of last week. I feel ready to fucking finish this draft, and I feel ready to dive right back into it for the next round of fixing everything I fucked up the first time around.
Already, I have ideas. So many ideas!
I’m excited.
I’m also in a good place right now because Coco and the Ho are home. Aaahhhhhh.
Life is good.
Artwork tonight is from Alex Mordovets.