Instead of putting down my phone, having a shower, putting on fresh jammies, watching a movie in my queue, patting my kitties and going to bed.

Instead, I kept touching my phone. Instead, I half-watched reno show repeats. Instead, I wasted my time, didn’t shower, and put on already-worn jammies. Instead, I went to bed very late.

When I finally woke up, I got my coffee, had french toast, chatted with my sister, and sat outside. Once I was really awake, I got in the shower and then got dressed. I did my laundry, helped cook dinner, sold an antique desk, talked with friends on the phone and cleaned up the kitchen.

The whole time I kept moving towards kindness, comfort, acceptance of my energy and ability, and acted in the mindset of recovery.

I stayed away from thoughts that I had failed myself. Because I hadn’t, I wasn’t. When I got tired I rested, When I was thirsty I drank, when I was hungry I ate. I refused to punish myself for a delay in accomplishing my recovery plan. Did it take longer than I expected when I made the plan? Yes. Did I do it? Also yes.