Week number two of blogging about my week for Future Me! Plus anyone who happens to read my blog even when I don’t crosspost to Facebook. (Hi, hon! 👋)
I find it interesting how few pictures I take lately. Most of them are snapshots for sending along with a text, like this one of my morning coffee.
Early Wednesday morning, after saying something confusing on Teams, my work BFF texted me a photo of her nearly untouched coffee with the message, “I’ve only had this much coffee.” I sent her this photo in response (and solidarity).
While it really is more of a snapshot than a well-thought-out photograph, I kind of love that it’s a slice-of-life snapshot. The Ember mug that Aaron got me a couple Christmases ago is front and center, flanked by the axolotl pen holder that I got Connor as a stocking stuffer last year and subsequently reappropriated for my own, and the mug rug I made a few years back as a quilt-as-you-go test.
Behind my mug is the MacClock that Aaron gave me this past Christmas — important enough of a gift that he had to order it multiple times from different sources when his orders got cancelled for no good reason. Also behind my mug is my Healthier Happens Here mug from work. Since I have plenty of mugs in circulation, and since the decal is NOT dishwasher-safe, I opted to put it into service as a pen holder. Tucked away in the far background are my Apple Watch charger, my Spock ears (also gifted from Aaron) and my pink rubbery stress ball (a gift from Connor many years ago, if I recall correctly).
Also? Yes, my desk (and everything on it) is a major dust magnet.
According to the copyright on the back of this shrink-wrapped pad of novelty sticky notes, I bought these at least 20 years ago. I do have another pad of them that’s been opened and used, but I use them so rarely that I decided that the new-old-stock stickies could go in the thrift box to brighten someone else’s day.
I’ve been trying to get better about letting things go, and this is one more example of something I’ve been keeping “just because” that isn’t serving any purpose.
My work BFF had to take her kids to school after a fog delay on Friday, and texted me a photo of her Very Foggy Back Yard. I sent her this photo of our front yard and mildly foggy neighborhood beyond as a comparison. The densest fog in our area seemed to appear just after sunrise, which seemed odd to me, and it didn’t last long. The photo above was taken after the worst of the fog had lifted.
Welcome to spring in the American Midwest.
Last night, Connor saw the temperature and humidity readings on the thermometer in his bedroom, and breathed on said thermometer and waited until both readings matched: 69% humidity, 69 degrees F. Then he convinced me to take a picture. LOL.
I mentioned at the beginning of this post how few pictures I take anymore. Case in point: I went downtown for a meeting this past Thursday and took zero pictures while I was there. To be fair, I was holding an umbrella during my rainy walk from the parking garage that morning, so I didn’t exactly have a.) a free hand for river photos, or b.) any decent photo ops that caught my attention.
Another non-photo-worthy occasion this week was my first session with Therapist #3. The upside is that she seems to be more of the kind of therapist I need right now than Therapist #2 was. The downside is that her office is much farther away than either of my first two therapists, so much so that I need to allocate at least 20 minutes of travel time to get there and another 20 (or more) for the return trip. I’m accustomed to being able to get to my therapist’s office in five minutes, and only having to block off an extra half hour or so max for combined travel and wait time. I think it’ll be worth the extra time and mileage, though.
My moods and motivation have still been up and down this week, but I’ve been using my Techo to keep track of which days weirdness happens and when I feel it the most. I’ve also been tracking the timing of my meds (thyroid and others) against the timing of my morning coffee to see how much of a difference it makes when I let the thyroid meds do their thing for a longer stretch before enjoying my morning joe.
One important thing I’ve noticed is that switching focus unexpectedly uses up an inordinate amount of my mental reserves. Since that’s not something I can avoid altogether, I may ask Therapist #3 if she has any suggestions for how to mitigate the mood and energy crash after shifting gears.
Overall, I’d say this has been a good week. There were days and moments that weren’t my finest, and there were days and moments that were pretty damn awesome. I’ve been able to take perspective a little better than last week, though, and I’m going to consider that a win.