I made a two-day plan to clean my house. Today is the first day, so it’s one more day to go. I feel like I did a lot of work today, and now I’m exhausted. But the house is squeaky clean. Every time I deep clean my house, I feel like I should do it more often, but then I get lazy and never do that.
It felt so nice to throw things away. Tomorrow, I will clean my bathrooms and do the laundry. If I have time and energy to spare, I should throw more things away. I really hate clutter, but my husband loves to buy stuff. He threw things away, too, today. That really made me feel good.
I’m not blaming him or anything. I understand the nature of most people who want to buy and try new stuff every now and then. I just need to declutter more. Now, I’m thinking of throwing things away more often to keep the total amount of objects in the house in check.
I’ve felt for some time now that the new medication gives me anxiety and fear. I need to discuss it with my psychiatrist during our upcoming appointment. Such a bummer, though, because trying new medication is never a fun business. But this medication or the current dosage is not enough to suppress my symptoms.
I’m thinking of writing a new book in Thai. I just have some new ideas, but I’m not quite sure of them yet. It will be a while, though, before I start writing. Right now, I still enjoy writing fanfiction and I feel like I’m getting the hang of it now. Last year, I rarely wrote in English, and it felt difficult to start writing again in January. Now, it feels all right again.
I’ve enjoyed myself lately. Everything feels quite right. Just the fear part, which I assume is caused by the medication.
Today, I’m grateful for my domestic traits and my clean house.
–Petra
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