When the pandemic became "real" for us and we all started working and schooling from home, I didn't handle it well. In hindsight, I was pretty immature about it. I felt sorry for myself. I lazed around and only toyed with the idea of being productive. I am confident I was just a wee bit depressed.
I am one of those freaks that actually LOVES my job. I love my coworkers, the patrons, and the environment. The library is my happy place and it has been since I was a child. I now literally get paid to be in my happy place. Being surrounded by people who seem to like me and like the same things I do has been something I have been craving my whole adult life and I didn't realize how much it factored into my overall well being until it didn't.
Fast forward about five or six weeks. I am knee-deep into the Science of Well Being class. I set up a desk for myself because the bean bag setup was not sustainable. The weather is getting nicer and that certainly helps. Starting a couple of weeks ago, I upped my to-do list game and started assigning times to the things I want to accomplish in a day.
- Clean kitchen 30 min
- Walk in the am and pm 1 hr
- Yoga and strength train 45 min
- Work 3 hr
- Cook dinner 1 hr
- 1 outside project 1 hr
- Scrapbook 1 hr
- Blog 30 min
- Read 1 hr
The bottom line is that I went from accomplishing the very bare minimum to ridiculously overscheduling myself. Guess who is getting used to isolation?
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