In the Days of Try To Do

There hasn't been much movement around here other than pushing depression out of the way. It has been a rough few weeks. Changing daily patterns builds an obstacle course for me to navigate. It works if the  path is adjusted well, much like playing a video game for the first time when the rules haven't sunk in yet. Anyway, I'm glad to say that I have more energy, feel much less pressed by feelings of dread, and overall, determination rules. 

I wrote  a blog post about anxiety and panic attacks. I deleted it because it feels too personal. At the time, it was a bridge to better. I might rewrite such a post because the information is important to share. A few days later, better has no fork in the road to frustrate me with making decisions. 

I had my first seasonal pumpkin coffee (McD). A big thanks anyway to last year's covid booster that took away my sense of taste. I did, however, taste a massive amount of sugar. I didn't finish the coffee.

As with all heavy episodes of depression, there's a ton of catch up to do. Number one, aside from laundry and dusting, is to paint. A bonus of not doing much is that my appetite is low on caring about food in real life. 

I know I love foods, but the hands on in the kitchen is not frequent. So I put a strict limit on take out. Sunday's omelet, I sauted so many vegetables, I could hardly see the egg. The baked chicken sausage (baked, not greasy) from Hannaford's is good enough to put on my regular shopping list. 

It is strange that on blogging time, life feels and looks normal, no depression, no anxiety, no dreads. At my worst, I can manage a short photo post.

I don't know what I will do today other than try to do. For now, I have to do errands. I can't make biscuits without flour.

How is  your November going?