Today my therapist suggested I do something indulgent since I’m such a hardass on myself and an obsessive weirdo about reading every article/blog/Facebook post in the world that might have ANYTHING to do with getting me better. This sucks up the majority of my time and energy every day, causes my phone to be continually on the edge of dead, my eyesight to be blurry, my hands to lose all blood (holding my phone up because my circulation is shite) and a WiFi source to be permanently sitting next to my heart, which just can’t be good.
I said, when I was a workaholic, I always wanted to indulge in a day of sitting around, reading a good book. Never once in almost two years of being housebound, have I just relaxed with a good book. I actually can’t believe that. I’ve never once sat on the couch and watched a Star Wars marathon (or Alien/Bourne/Godfather/Terminator or other fun movie marathon). I’m regimented about my schedule and have a scary addiction to the internet and research.
So, baby steps: for the next week, I am going to check Facebook once a day. I will still read my articles and texts and emails, but Facebook only once a day. If I’m really brave, I’ll try to relax on the articles, too. And then maybe try going a whole day without Facebook. I might even pick up a good book. DUH duh duuuuhhhh ….