Words I never thought I would say:

Words I never thought I would say:

I miss my routine.

When I had the 'Rona of course I slept a lot and tried to let my body heal. I didn't stick to any routine; I just did whatever made me the most comfortable in the moment.

I felt mostly better last week, but wasn't allowed back in the office (and I'm not mad at that - I think this whole pandemic could have been avoided if more people had taken the "better safe than sorry" approach), but working from here in the apartment was really different for me. Being able to sleep later and still make it to my laptop on time, or skipping showers because I was basically here alone, and eating whatever / whenever I wanted to...

Those things might sound like perks, but I didn't feel so great last week. On top of sleeping like absolute crap all week (which could be a hormonal thing or a post-'Rona thing or a "my schedule is out of whack" thing or a combo of it all...) I felt a bit disoriented. And I wasn't taking as great care of my body as I'd gotten used to doing.

So it's a new week that starts with me still working from home. But I'm awake and showered and am about to do my morning skincare routine and have breakfast. The only thing I am not going to do is put on uncomfortable office clothing. I see no reason to make extra laundry if no one is looking at me.

I feel like this is a personal growth thing for me. I used to detest schedules and being told what to do with my time. I used to revel in staying up late, and hate the morning rush of scrambling to get ready for work on time. Since I've been here in Cincy, though, I easily fell into waking up at 6, taking care of myself, working, and crashing out by 10 pm so I could do it all again. And getting out of whack after being sick made me appreciate that. So yeah, I'm saying it:  I missed my routine.