The last nine days have been fantastic for me. I’d like to think that’s because of changes I’ve been making in my approach to my projects and to-do lists. As a result, I’ve made solid progress every day on everything I’ve committed to. I feel great, because I’ve been eating smart and exercising well. I’m pointed in the right direction, because I’ve had the time to consider what I’m working on and why, rather than just going heads down on my to do list. And I’m feeling really balanced, in no small part because I’ve been able to spend a lot of quality time with Gwen.
All of this is making me incredibly nervous. I’ve suddenly started worrying my virtue is unsustainable. I’m at that point on the anxiety curve where every day I keep pulling this off feels like I’ve gotten a reprieve from the usual order of things. I’m not yet used to this enough to think of it as the new normal. If I can keep this up for another week, I’ll feel better. Until then, I keep thinking, “Maybe the reason this is working is just a fluke. Maybe it’s because of the calendar. Maybe it has nothing to do with me.”
The weird part for me is that I’ve never had this experience before. I’ve never been one to question when things go right. I’m curious about where this reaction is coming from, but the thing I need to do is keep telling myself is that even if things go pear-shaped for a day or two, I can recover. I won’t have to start over from the beginning. I’ve gotten myself this far, and I can get myself back to this point again if I need to.