![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatzetaGot a new pair of steel-toed work boots and, what can I say, my feet hurt. Blisters etc. Ah well. Last time I got new work boots it took me about 2-3 weeks to properly break them in and it was painful as fuck, but once I had, they were solid. One of the most comfortable pairs of shoes I have had so far in my life. Sadly the sole was breaking down so I had to get new ones. Good thing I'll be off work tomorrow so I can just rest my feet once I got all my other plans done!
I also want to start watching Fallout and maybe write a little more. Progress has been steady, but about as painful as my feet feel right now. Like pulling teeth to finally get into a flow. (And then half the time I'm too tired to write more than two paragraphs).
Well... 2 more weeks and then I'll have a week off to relax. And by god, I will just lock myself away and not talk to anyone. I want peace and quiet and not be interrupted by family or other visitors. Not to mention last time I had a proper week off that I was looking forward to, we had a medical emergency and it actually ruined my entire week off because of hospital visits and shit. Avoidable "at home" accident, too.
Without doing the psychology deep dive, I've had enough shit happen almost every damn time I was actually looking forward to something, that I have begun dreading any form of free time, because I already expect something bad to happen again and ruin it. Same with staying up late. So many times I've stayed up really late (until morning) and was physically and mentally exhausted when shit happened, that I can't relax anymore when I stay up late. The anxiety ruins everything. My brain, I swear.
I also want to start watching Fallout and maybe write a little more. Progress has been steady, but about as painful as my feet feel right now. Like pulling teeth to finally get into a flow. (And then half the time I'm too tired to write more than two paragraphs).
Well... 2 more weeks and then I'll have a week off to relax. And by god, I will just lock myself away and not talk to anyone. I want peace and quiet and not be interrupted by family or other visitors. Not to mention last time I had a proper week off that I was looking forward to, we had a medical emergency and it actually ruined my entire week off because of hospital visits and shit. Avoidable "at home" accident, too.
Without doing the psychology deep dive, I've had enough shit happen almost every damn time I was actually looking forward to something, that I have begun dreading any form of free time, because I already expect something bad to happen again and ruin it. Same with staying up late. So many times I've stayed up really late (until morning) and was physically and mentally exhausted when shit happened, that I can't relax anymore when I stay up late. The anxiety ruins everything. My brain, I swear.
