Today was a good day. It didn’t go completely as planned, but that doesn’t change the fact that it was a good day. It was my day and I get to say if it was good or not right?
It started out productive and I was doing all the things: gym, coffee, laundry, home admin stuff, Bible study, cooking early in the day… just all the things. It felt good to just knock things off my list. (And all before lunchtime!)
I had planned to write a blog post earlier in the day, but I discovered what a “now” page is thanks to Pat (click here and go see her awesome one), and just haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad to make one today. TODAY!
And that’s not the best part. The best part about all this is I decided to code it myself instead of using the wordpress interface. (And I know very little code, but I’m trying to learn more.)
Well the good news is that it’s looking pretty cute, the bad news is that I worked on that sucker for far longer than I planned and now I’m here with a tired brain, writing this post because I thought it would be a good idea to commit to 100 days of blogging every day. And I’m not breaking this 10 day streak or 100 day commitment, “the good Lord willing and if the creek don’t rise”.
Since I couldn’t write about my finished “now” page, because it’s not finished yet, I had no clue what to write about, so I decided to channel my inner middle school girl (do middle school girls still write diaries?) and pretend this is my cute little diary with a tiny lock and key.
Well I guess I left the lock open since you’re here reading this, right? Or did you pick the lock? Side eye activated.
So anyway, after lunch, I went for a walk. I went to the park with the hilly one mile trail and it was so cold and the wind was blowing so hard. The air hurt my lungs, but I wrapped a scarf around my mouth to warm up my breath and that helped, but it fogged up my glasses and I couldn’t see, so then I took off my glasses and I still couldn’t see. Figures huh?
But I made it through the walk, probably driving my son nuts since I had to keep adjusting my scarf, my hat, my glasses… But I did it. I walked the mile, after I deadlifted this morning, and I don’t care how the rest of the day went, that was awesome and I am awesome for doing it. I don’t care if you agree either, this is my diary and you broke into it, remember?!
So after my walk I came home and made enchiladas, I had cooked the chicken and made some chicken soup earlier in the day. My husband said the enchiladas were really good. (Technically it was enchilada casserole because I just layered the ingredients in a pan instead of rolling up enchiladas, but no one seemed to mind.)
After that I worked on my “now” page some more and then I finally threw in the towel and accepted defeat. The “now” page will have to be finished tomorrow. Grrrr.
If you’ve gotten this far, I’m sorry this wasn’t some well thought out, well planned, insightful post. But I’m calling this post a win too because even when the conditions weren’t ideal and things didn’t go as planned, I still wrote.
I still wrote.
When it got hard,
I still wrote.
When It didn’t go as planned,
I still wrote.
When I wasn’t sure what to write about,
I still wrote.
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