Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2015-10-08 07:28:41 (UTC)

Alas, It Wasn't So

I was optimistic about how my little 9am-1pm shift would go today. I was hoping it would be busy as soon as we opened, and I'd have a good morning. Alas, it wasn't so. It sucked. It was slow. I ended up selling less in my entire shift than I usually sell in one hour. I'm not upset about it. One bad day isn't the end of the world. And it was nice getting off with a large chunk of the day left. I got to have lunch with Snookums, and do a little shopping before the kids got home from school.

Target had soy candles on sale for $4.99! Tomorrow I'm doing some cleaning while Snookums and the kids are at school, and I like burning candles to add warmth and atmosphere. I love fall scented candles, even though I'm not a great lover of the season. The transition from hot, sunny days to cool, gloomy days makes me sad. But then again, I love dressing in layers, sweaters, scarves, boots, etc. It's a love/hate relationship, really. I also restocked on Method cleaning products. At the moment I'm motivated to get stuff done, I hope the feeling doesn't elude me by morning! When the house is out of order, and dusty I feel a bit out of sorts. I love the finished product, but I don't enjoy the cleaning journey. Like, at all.

I was thinking about this last night, and it's been on my mind all day today as well. I need to find a way to dig a little deeper into my mind. I need writing material. Some days I have a litany of things to talk about once I get around to writing. Most of the time I just go down the list of things I did in the day, and hope the desire to extrapolate strikes. Maybe it would if I didn't wait so late to write. Really there isn't even any reason for it. I sit and scroll Facebook on my phone, when I could be writing. It's yet another thing I recognize I could and should change, but don't for whatever reason. I like Facebook, but it's definitely a crutch. I'd rather stare at my newsfeed than actually see friends in real life. And when I do happen to run into someone I know, it's awkward and I can't wait for it to end. I'm such a stereotypical introvert. But I can't help it!

I was scrolling through all the entries I've written since I started back up writing, and I'm really impressed with myself for not missing a day. Even when I first started back up, and I wasn't sure if it was going to be a daily thing. It would appear that it has become a habit. Definitely a positive one. I need the stability and predictability my diary provides me. No matter what the day may hold, I know it will always end with my diary.




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