Tiny Pieces of Myself.

It’s almost 3pm.

And I already:

  • Went to the gym
  • Finished all my work for work
  • Went to Target and Trader Joes
  • Cleaned my car
  • Made my lunch for work tomorrow
  • Paid bills


This productive day is making me feel like myself.

After feeling sick for basically two weeks, I gave myself an excuse to rest and be lazy.

But today I knew I had to get my shit together.

I set my alarm for 7:45am. Because I only like going to the gym in the mornings before it starts to get crowded. And if I get up past 8-8:30, I would’t feel motivated to go. I haven’t been to the gym in 3 weeks, but I was so motivated this morning. And that set the tone for the rest of the day. I didn’t want to stop.

After exercising, eating breakfast and getting ready.

I decided to drive to a Panera that is like 15-20m mins away. Even though, there are two Panera cafe’s like an exit away from me.

I don’t know. I like driving to places to do work, even if it’s like 15 minutes away.

It’s all about the atmosphere for me. I like being in a place that is quiet, but necessarily empty. If it’s too crowded and loud, I get really distracted and it takes me longer to finish work. If it’s empty, like with one or two other people in the place, I get anxious.

This Panera was perfect. For a Sunday morning, it was active but not busy. The music was perfect and I felt like I could get a lot of work done.

I missed this piece of myself.
This piece where I’m so motivated and productive  that I just keep going.

It makes me feel so much better when I can get lots of tasks checked off of my to-do list. Especially in one day.

I don’t know. I just wanted to share about this today.

Happy Sunday.


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