In Which the World Conspires to Make Me Take a Break Day

It's official- someone somewhere crossed a line and God said "that is IT. I COOK, I CLEAN, and what do I GET? Nothing," and decided to flood the world again. That's the impression I'm getting here in North Carolina. I know I made the joke earlier about a timeshare with Noah, but I seriously might need to move into a boat; it's been raining all day.

Point being, I haven't been able to go outside and do my walk. I did some Beat Saber on the VR headset to make up for it, and I did some of my stretching, but I lost a lot of time to our cat cuddling up on my lap and falling asleep. I couldn't bring myself to disturb her, she was so cute, agh. So a reduced amount of that as well. I'll just need to make sure to not let it stop me tomorrow. I find I do best when I don't take breaks. All it takes is one week of not going to book club, one day of not going to the gym, one day of not practicing an instrument. Once you've taken one day off, why not take one more?

I'm going to be consistent with what is within my power today, so here's hoping the blog can carry me through. This all seems overly dramatic, I'm sure, but I've had so many good habits derailed by a single break. If anyone has tips out there to keep that from shaking me up so much, shoot me an email.

I successfully made carnitas today, which was lovely. It smelled soooo good. I was tempted all day to go upstairs and just pig out, but I keep reminding myself of how good I feel now that I'm not overeating. I have a different opinion of joy than that represented in media. Joy is often portrayed as the feeling we get when a loved one comes home from war, or when the dog is reunited with their owner. Those are beautiful moments, but it's my opinion that the focus placed on those moments does a disservice to the lives those people had before and after the event. The spouse laying in bed and wishing their loved one was with them. The parent hunched over, defeated, sliding their boots off at the entry after hours of searching for the family pet. By thinking of joy as those singular snapshots of life, we think we aren't living a joyful life when we go through the same struggles. We never realize we're on the path to that idyllic moment we wish our lives consisted of. It is my opinion that joy is to be constantly moving toward another happy moment, whether through action or outlook.