I’ve been injecting insulin into my stomach in the hopes that the bumps on my arms disappear.
I woke up early every day last week to drive to the office. Then I stayed there and worked for at least 8 hours before going home, more tired than ever before, hoping that I’ll finally fall asleep at a “decent” hour.
I make my lunch the nights before I work, so I don’t have to rush so much in the morning.
I bought creamer for the apartment and the office so if I want to sleep in just a little bit, I can make coffee at work.
I started setting my outfits on my extra chair before I go to bed, so I don’t have to throw things together in the morning.
I’ve still set alarms for 7:30, 7:45, 8:00 AM, as I try to readjust to the mornings.
I can still stay awake until 3 AM, I just make sure I’m in bed long before that, and no matter how tired I might feel, I still get out of bed early the next day.
Some days I won’t start work until 10 AM, and if I do, I still stay until 6 PM or even 7 PM to get my hours in.
I set out a glass every night before watering days, so I can just fill it up and give hydration to my thirsty plants.
I’ve been answering texts faster now, not always immediately, but when I have time; I don’t want to forget and leave someone waiting.
I pick up my newish knitting needles and practice casting on. One day I’ll finally figure out how to make a stitch.
I open the thousand-page novel and read at least ten pages a day. I aim for fifty, but if I’m tired, ten pages suit me just fine.
I get emails from a website dabbling in mysticism, and I’ve started using them as a sign that I should practice reading my actual Tarot cards.
I follow music threads on Spotify and listen to bands I haven’t heard of before, in the hopes that some will stick, and I’ll expand my musical horizons.
I’m not drinking coffee after 6 PM, not anymore.
I’d drink coffee after 6 PM if social gatherings were safe, and we planned on making a night of things.
I drink my whole huge water bottle every day, twice a day.
I don’t turn on any video games after 11 PM, ’cause I know they’ll suck me in until my eyes are bloodshot and I say to myself “You should have gone to bed two hours ago”.
I initiate conversations in the hopes that people want to know me better; I want to know them better.
I’m trying a lot of little new things. They might make my life better, a little bit at a time.