I'm on day 6.
My schedule has been totally out of wack, and just when it seems things might get back in order, everything falls apart again.
Today I woke up late. I was an hour and a half behind my ideal schedule. I was fine with it, but on my way out the door I got this sinking feeling in my heart--OH NO, I'M NOT GOING TO GET ANYTHING DONE TODAY!
I started to get caught up in it. THEN I recognized--this is that depressed feeling that starts to eat me up, and keeps on eating me up, sometimes for days or even for a week until I eventually fall!
I thought, instead, that I'll manage to do whatever I manage, and be happy with it. After all, I still have a full day ahead of me. An hour and a half isn't the end of the world.
This realization cheered me up, and put an end to that sinking feeling.
I had a feeling that, at least for today, the yeizter has been defeated.
Thank God.