hannah | Just focus.

This morning, I went to the gym. This afternoon, I cooked lunch for the week and did some red pen edits on a few pages of the printed-out novel. This evening, I wrote some fic and did PT.

This was basically the day I've dreamed of having since middle school.

It was me by myself, drinking tea and coffee and eating food I made, listening to music when I wanted to, doing my own projects in my own space. No, I didn't get out too much, and no, I didn't necessarily finish anything - there's still some dishes in the sink and I should've started going to bed a while ago. And even so, even for all that, this is so much of what I fantasized for myself. Granted, the fantasy had me already with a couple of books out by now. Even so, the reality is pretty much aligned.

And for the last few days, get this, things have been okay. Pretty good, even. After last Friday, something cracked open. On Saturday, I picked up the red pen after weeks of ignoring it. On Sunday, I did the full squat workout, back and front and overhead, for the first time in ages. Maybe it's all the sunshine that's doing it. Probably something with that.

I just wanted to take a moment to write it down so I can remember it for later.