Every. Single. Sunday.
I’m going to be active all week, meal prep, put all of my laundry away, not lose my temper, etc. Once Thursday comes around, I completely lose my train of thought. My laundry gets piled up, I go out to eat, watch trash tv and get irritated by my own FBI skills. Once the weekend comes around, I don’t think I use my brain once. I want to be better, but I constantly fight myself between I need to lock tf in and YOLO. I told myself at the beginning of 2026 it was going to be my yes year, but I fear I take it too far every time. Gosh lock me in my house.
Don’t get me wrong I have had a lot of fun but sometimes I wish I could just be wholesome. I constantly need plans to look forward to, but I also love my alone time. Coming home to an empty house can be lonely but also freeing all at the same time. Sometimes I clean at 4am because I can’t sleep and other times, I fall asleep at 9:30pm because I upset myself with my own Instagram stalking. Why do they have what people have liked on Instagram reels as an option? Sometimes I get home from work and think about a comment a patient made that could be slightly offensive FOR HOURS. I always put my towels in the dryer last, so I don’t have to put them up on time. I set myself up for failure all the time.
August was filled with chaotic weekends, fun work events and a LOT of fun nights out. I went to Houston with Lanie (barely remember how we got home), Astros game with coworkers, 6th St in Austin, lots of Lankford’s with Janae and Lanie, constantly shopping and a few family dinners. Reconnected with people but also blocked like 50 people. Some bad decisions I can laugh at but others I thought wouldn’t leave my mind. It’s all overwhelming, so much I started taking ashwagandha. Like what. I stopped taking it because it was making me feel super weird and have crazy dreams.
Any who, new month new me. Wholesome September!
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