With no regrets.
Okay…some regrets.
In truth, I’ve actually been a little ill. Some mental health days. Some female health days. It’s all good fun.
In retrospect, three weeks of being less than productive in my personal endeavours is not the end of the world. Not even close to a negative, since I managed to be at least semi-productive in work, school, domestic life blah blah blah.
Yet anxiety does not let us live with any sort of failure. Umm, is that weakness I see? A change in routine? HA! Take two weeks of anxiety and sadness, it’s on me, don’t worry about it.
But I have been thinking about what it means to have to struggle with this, if having to deal with mental health and productivity traps are indeed what this life is all about. What being an adult is all about.
Of course, I did deal with all my problems the past few weeks by ignoring them with strategic naps.
Adulthood, ladies and gentlemen.
So with that in mind, I tried to figure out what it actually means to be a ‘grown up’, to be an adulty adult, even if you have to go through three weeks of recovery time for no particular reason.
I did manage to get pretty far in my growing up musings, and you can catch them here on the Confused 22 Podcast.
Or have a little searchy search on Spotify, Deezer, Podchaser or Podcast Addict.
Until next time, friends x
