About small victories and survival
When I was first furloughed at the end of April, for two weeks, I did nothing. And that was cool. Then it got boring, tiring and damaging to do nothing. I had all the time in the world, something I had never experienced before, as even at Uni I spent my summers working. As I found out, time can be overwhelming. I had so many things I wanted to do and try. It took me a few weeks until I managed to find the right balance for me. Again, for the first time probably since high-school (that's 7 years peeps), I finally had a routine: I got up in the morning early, did some online learning, smashed through some job applications or worked on my CV, cooked lunch (I skip breakfast even on a good day, it is all about the 2 cups of coffee and the biscuits in the morning), watched something while I ate and the food was settling, then I went for a run and worked out for another 1-2hours. My evenings were for socialising in the house and doing my crafting. And this was almost every day, without a ...