Merry. Sort Of.
I noticed that writing the positive action I’m taking each day either delays the action-taking, OR that the positive actions end up being so powerful that I then don’t have the time to write them down that same day. Which defeats the purpose, and you know what the doctor says. “If it hurts when you go like that, then don’t go like that.” So I don’t go like that anymore. This holiday season is a little bit weird. Instead of going to someone else’s place like we normally do, my mother had said that she’d rather be at home. So my youngest sister and I will be cooking, which is fun. Someone, definitely not me, will be cleaning the entire house for the arrival of family. Which is not fun. I will volunteer to the do the downstairs bathroom and the floors in the living room and the old dining room if I’m up to it, but somehow it seems wrong to me that I… the only person with a legitimate physical ailment … …am the one volunteered to do the cleaning when other people are living here who were not doing their fair share. The only person here who ever cleaned up the whole house is my sister, who now has young twins. I’m just visiting and I pick up after myself. So no way am I doing everything. Sorry about the hissy fit. I realized the only way to keep myself from getting pinned with the most