What if you had nine hours of good time a day? By good I mean able to think and function relatively normally cognitively. I am in that position most days. Sometimes it’s more like 6-7 hours, but you get the gist. Plus, nine hours is definitely an improvement from the -2 hours I had going on for awhile there, so I’ll take what I can get!
I recently took a week off from my main social media account because I didn’t want to waste some of my 9 precious hours looking at all the political garbage happening in the US right now. But alas, it’s unavoidable no matter how hard I try. Maybe after November my nine hours can be filled with nothing but laughter, Jesus, prayer, hobbles with my dog up and down my street, watching an occasional show, this blog, reading, etc.
One of the most beautiful things that has happened to me amidst all the trauma and upheaval and fighting to survive from December of last year to now is a realization of sorts. It’s okay to say no. It’s okay to put up strict boundaries and protect your peace. It’s okay to hobble, not want to speak to awful people that you happen to be related to, and it’s okay to be yourself. It’s okay to use 9 hours of the time that you’re awake and with it cognitively however that looks for you(or maybe you’re lucky and get more time! ❤️😊) to be unabashedly you.