I love my mornings. First cup of coffee, slow and mindful, computer is starting up and the breakfast croissant (ok, from the freezer) is baking. Comfortable (yet cool) jumper I bought last week is looking good, and offers a perfect, PERFECT marriage between the casual and presentable, for the skype conference scheduled later on today...
I hate my mornings... I woke up and had to think for five minutes to realise which day of the week it was.
I am not motivated to dress "for work", as I don't have any calls today, so I end up wearing an old t-shirt and yoga pants...
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... YOGA! Any time of the day I want. This is one of the best things last months. I can practise in the morning, or during the lunch break. I discovered that a half an hour of training a day gives me a bust of energy and peace of mind at the same time. And so does a walk with my dog...
... my dog has been driving me crazy those days. From the moment I open my pc, he gets hyperactive - he wants go out to the garden, than back in, 5 minutes later, then he has no water, than he is bored, than he wants to go out again. He is more demanding than a child!
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I have never had so much quality time with my son. It's fantastic. I am at home when leaves in the morning and when he gets back from school, he's grown up so much last months, I have a feeling that those are last moments to enjoy his "childhood".
We play games before dinner and sometimes cook together, awesome...
Together, together, together. Not a five minutes for myself, unless I go to the forest, or do yoga upstairs. My social life has shrunk - what am I saying! - my social life has DISAPPEARED. Every evening is the same, and the difference between work and private time is the laptop I use...
Sounds familiar? :) The covid mood rollercoaster goes on and on :) One day is better, and other sucks, but still, I have to say: I have absolutely no reason to complain. Very aware of that.