The garage is so far gone that I go out there and work, solidly and with purpose, for three hours, and no one can tell but me. I know, because I did that today.
But I have to restore its ability to function as a workspace. I’m behind on too many other things that need a workspace as a prerequisite. So I’m committing to 20 minutes a day until it looks like human beings, not bears, use it.
I’m also working harder on choosing my reactions. I’m a much healthier person in this regard than I was even five years ago, but guess what? My triggers aren’t static, but my mechanisms have been. Have to recalibrate.
Happy 2019. Best to you in your endeavors.
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