Before I share today’s story, there a few thoughts I want to get out.
I’m not so sure that blogging every day for a month is really beneficial for me right now like I thought it would be.
At the beginning, it very much was and it was what helped me become mindful again.
But in the past week, it’s interfered with my rest, my sleep and my relaxation at home.
I still love and need and appreciate the support from everyone here, but for two nights in a row now, I fell asleep early because I was so tired, and I forced myself to wake up because I forgot I had to write a blog post.
And sometimes, I am so emotionally drained from work that the last thing I feel like doing when I finally come home is sitting and writing.
When I wrote every day for a year without a scale, I remind myself that I didn’t have a full time job, a emotionally draining career and 12 hour work days.
Sometimes what once worked for us before doesn’t always work for us now.
Today was yet another one of those days where I sit here wanting to share my day with you all and how I was mindful and the choices I made that I’m proud of, but at the same time, it’s been draining for me to do that lately.
On that note, I am not sure how I want to continue on this 32 day journey.
I am not sure if I am going to keep doing it every day, every few days or every week-I am not sure, but I do know, that when blogging has become to get in the way of my rest, it’s not a healthy choice for me anymore.
And I don’t think it will be this way forever, but at least it has been in these two very crazy weeks at work.
The not so black and white thinker in me is going to wait and not make one extreme decision right now, but I wanted to tell you guys what I am thinking.
However, I did want to share my day today because it was exciting and fun and yet rule breaking and I think a lot of us reading this can relate to that.
I had done an interview with a pie baker whose been baking pies at this local restaurant here for 30 years. (You guys can probably see where this is going by now).
So yup, of course, I had to bring back to pies for everyone at my work. Not for me, but for everyone else. I knew how happy they would be and also, I cant deny the fact that so would I, even though I tried to tell myself over and over in the car that I didn’t want any.
One of the pies they gave me was a speciality pie only made in the Pacific North West that I had never had before.
And when I say people were happy when I brought the pie , they were so drooling happy. It made their whole day to have this piece of pie.
And it made mine too.
It was delicious, yummy and comforting, especially on a day like today where it was pouring rain outside.
It almost felt like I was in elementary school on a rainy day and I felt excited that we got to watch a movie inside during lunch break.
I’m not saying I would want to eat pie every day, but on a day like today, where it just went along with my interview and when it made the people around me so happy, I am really glad I did.
I’ve always said that food is often times a social thing and that is bonds people and today that proved that .
Everyone in the whole newsroom gathered around these pies like candy just fell from the piñata at a birthday party.
I’m glad I was able to share their happiness of enjoying the pies with them. I didn’t just stand in the back and wish I could taste it too. I actually was part of the action
And it was all because of a simple gesture like bringing in a pie.
It wasn’t an easy day at work today and it was a very long day too, but, I ate pie with my coworkers and that is a pretty amazing for me to say about where I am stand in my recovery.