I didn’t want to show up today. (See my earlier post, where I was all GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR on today.)
I wrote a lame post about “all you have to do is show up, somedays!” this morning, and I deleted it, because I wasn’t sure if I was gonna show up at all.
But I know my mood’s better when I work, when I get exercise, when I leave the house, and when I hang out with friends. So i did all of the above — starting with working some, so at least I’d tried to work some, and then didn’t have an excuse to feel bad about myself for the rest of the day.
And I wound up doing 1500 words on Project M. Some of them are even the right words, I can tell.
I’m still on this side of glum, but I feel better for having worked, leaving the house to go to the gym, and doing a google hangout with some friends.
I am glad that I didn’t give up, and that I tried.
I realize it’s easy to say that now, since it did work. I’ve found out in the past though, that for me at least, 9/10ths of the effort is showing up to work. The rest just shakes out on its own if I try.