It’s is always the small things that constitute the biggest battles lately with my anxiety. I actually got into a small argument the other day with my dad that didn’t end on the greatest note. But I’ve tried in the past couple days to make an effort. Doing laundry, although more of a necessity, but I still did it. Dragging my butt out of bed early to go grocery shopping before I go into work tonight. It’s not much but it’s better than nothing. I am resolved to try and limit my drinking over the next week to when I go out with just friends, which will be a challenge in itself. Not only do I limit my drinking, I try to keep my budget in tack. I challenge unto itself.
But tomorrow, I am off. And it’s going to be a beach day. Even though I probably won’t go swimming. I usually have one “designated” beach day a year but that’s something else I want to work on changing. I used to consider driving out to Virginia Beach a chore but I drive out there every day for work. What’s the difference of driving out there on my day off for a little fun?