In my wishes and dreams I am massively rich and I spend my days doing whatever I find that suits me. In my reality, I have to work. Sometimes I really like working. Other times, it is so hard to persuade myself to get out bed and make the path to work. I have a helpful friend who told me that it easier if you break the day into hours. Telling yourself, “I only have to make it until _________.” The __________ is said to yourself in hour increments. This helps. Especially when I am rooted in anxiety and depression. Another tool I use is reminding myself the feelings won’t last forever nor will the day. I treat myself too. Pedicures on occasions, favorite coffee drinks, my favorite desert, whatever I can give myself to make up for a sour feeling of the day ahead.
And I write. I sometimes sit a work and long to just be home writing. Writing is one thing I rarely grow tired of.
No wishes available, the pleasure is in the small things.