Good days kind off sneak up on me. Like the last taxi home after night clubbing; I’m pleased to see them. Today was just that; a good day. I don’t know why I have them or what triggers them. Little man was in good spirits today, but not without his tantrums. I took those in my stride.
I did laundry, took Little man for groceries, listened to music and caught myself humming frequently. I had a shower (2 infact) which is always a good sign. The second shower was just now after a 12 km cycle.
I’ve not been doing my psychology homweork (being compassionate towards myself) as much as I should have, but I have the will to do some now.
Tomorrow is another big step for me. It’s one that I’m anxious about. I’m taking Little man to nursery. I’ll have to brave the train commute and the uphill walk and the weather. Fingers crossed, it’s another good day.