This is going to be another mental post. Sorry about that. It’s not every day that you’re freshly released from the madhouse though, so I’m naturally full of it.
I normally focus on what I failed to do rather than on what I managed to do. Because logic. When I did it, it requires no further attention. When I failed to do it, then something was wrong and the situation needs to be analysed to avoid recurrence.
Despite myself, I now keep a list of my daily achievements. “Achievements”, that is. Doctor’s advice. When I look at my lists, it’s supposed to encourage me, but I suspect it might be making me more depressed because of the nature of my “achievements”. It’s typically something along the following lines:
I was being brave today. Look at what I’ve managed:
- ask for the Wi-Fi password in a cafe (though I was inclined not to because I hate to ask about/for anything)
- call my father, whom I strongly dislike (I didn’t even want anything, it was a social call)
- buy one chocolate instead of a dozen (though they were on offer)
- generally survive the day (though I maintain being dead is easier)
Now will you please excuse me, I have to go and consider whether listing my pseudo-achievements cheered me up or made me suicidal. (If I’m not back, it’s the latter option. Kidding.)