I’m slowly making progress in my 20th Century History course.
After around a month of work put into it, I finally got my second assignment polished up and submitted. With that weight off, I can focus on the last four modules of this course, focusing on post World War 2 life and the start of the Cold War, an area of history I’ve always been kind of fascinated by.
I also booked my final exam for this course for Feb. 19, which gives me just over three weeks to finish the modules and review. I think I am in good shape.
Fortunately, looking at my calendar, things don’t seem to be as jam-packed as they were over the last few days, which will give me time to get my school and work done. I do still have two outstanding stories for my editor, but they are not on a huge rush, and should be done by the end of the week.
The rest of this week is pretty light. I have board meetings tomorrow night and Thursday night, and the usual filming with B on Thursday morning, but aside from that I don’t have much going on, which will hopefully give me time to work on my course and get caught up on some housework…the dust bunnies are starting to go feral.
One success I had today was getting downstairs and getting a workout in. A friend was kind enough to help me get rid of my old treadmill on the weekend, and pick up a new to me one that a friend was selling. As sad as I was to see my old treadmill go, I really like the new one. It’s really quiet, and isn’t that bad as far as impact when I’m stepping goes. It’s definitely a nice upgrade to my home-gym…now I just need to make a better habit of getting down there and using it.
Overall, I can’t complain. Mentally and physically, I’m doing way better than I have in ages. My mind is clear. I’m maintaining good focus. I feel like I am finally in a relatively stable place in life.
The thing is, I didn’t get here alone. I still see a therapist regularly. I’m on a bunch of different meds. It takes work to keep myself emotionally regulated. The support of family and friends has been so important in dealing with my mental health journey, even when I’ve tried to walk the path alone.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I actually feel ready to face whatever comes my way.