I need to take more mental health days. Seriously, that was probably the best idea ever.
I didn’t get out of bed until after 8:00 – much to Lexie’s disappointment – and spent most of the morning on the couch doing nothing.
I actually had a bunch of stuff that I should have gotten done, but I chose to enjoy some puppy cuddles instead. Because really, how can you not?
Then I registered for my courses next semester, and actually got the ones I wanted. I even managed to get a spot in creative writing – which has been full every other time I’ve tried – and I’m really looking forward to it.
Registration took me exactly 8 minutes. It has never, ever been that easy. Since I had planned for it to take well over an hour like last semester, I had some free time on my hands and Kelly happened to have the day off too, so we went for a run.
Apparently it’s much easier for me to keep up with her when I have stories to tell. I should try to remember that for next time.
I even got let out of class early, so I had time to do the stuff I avoided in the morning. My test didn’t exactly go well, but I’ve decided not to think too hard about it.
It’s pretty amazing the difference one day can make, especially when everything turns out in your favour. On Tuesday I was starting to feel like an exhausted ball of crazy, and today I’m feeling a hundred times better. I think the world knew I was three minutes away from falling apart and decided to give me a bit of a break. Obviously mental health days are a necessity – I think I may just start taking them a little more regularly.