Why do I fight the things that are good for me? I just took the dog for a walk, and I felt fabulous despite not feeling like going at first. And I’m thinking, “Why don’t I do this every day?” Sometimes I think my favorite addiction is to my own crappy mood.
I did lots of writing yesterday too, more than I've done in ages. Today I haven't done any, and I feel it like an itch I can't quite reach. More walks, more writing, less sabotage.