Somewhere along the way I mislaid my life instruction sheet. It used to be intuitive; I knew how to live. Not anymore. I'm like a lost kitten. After two years post-jumping, I still can't face a day easily. So I try to plan, late at night, for the next day. I make a list right before I go to bed. I don't make a list—if I tell myself I'll wake up and remember, I don't. Whatever I had planned is gone completely, like smoke.

So I try to make sure I make that list. Then I can wake up, sit under my light with breakfast and a book, and  when my 25 minutes is over I get up and start the day. It works! Yes, I still have trouble shifting from one task to the next. Some days if flows more easily than others. My thought is that when it starts flowing I'll be in a good place. I still sort of miss being me. But I think I'm not too far off.

Today it was on my list to go to Costco, get a chicken, stop at the grocery store for vegetables and then go home and make chicken soup for my daughter and grandson. (They've got nasty colds.) It took all day! But it was a useful way to spend the day, that's for sure. Time passed wonderfully.

Now, what am I going to do tomorrow?