Ritual de lo Habitual

This is what happens when you jump off Facebook...you get your life back. Breaking bad habits like wasting time on social media sites is one of the best ways to change your life. Since leaving the hospital and the horrible Covid19 episode-not wasting time has been forefront of my mind. Along with health... physical and mental. FB is just kinda trash right now. I do miss the connection to my family and friends who made it pleasant so in time will probably do a lot of adjusting so they are what I see when I do log on there. But first day off- not missing it. I took the time that would've been wasted and decluttered a VERY cluttered washroom.

I've been haphazardly collecting small plants and stashing them willy nilly on a tiny shelf filled with tools and cat food.

My wash room had no surface area to fold towels....and honestly had become a junk area where totes got stashed and anything unsightly came to live. So I worked to make it an inspiring plant haven and make surface area to fold laundry. A random board laid across an intersection of window sills gave me a plant shelf!

Also I made it a point to actually message some people yesterday so there was some direct contact as opposed to you know...thumb reacts.

Today I'm working on records for a commission and another new habit to replace the bad Facebook habit- morning walks to get the body moving and more meditation. Take care of the mind, spirit. If you're experiencing anxiety tackle what the source is...it just might be a bad social media habit. I know... because that was me ✋

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