You're never really out of the woods

I've had a great run.

I've probably set my own personal best for consecutive "good" mental health days. Days where I'm motivated by both the tasks at hand, and by the future I'm working towards. Days where I like what I'm doing. Days where I like myself.

Yesterday wasn't one of those days, and it carried over to this morning. I didn't have to get up this morning. As in, I didn't have a job to go to, or a class to attend - basically a day where punctuality wasn't ra requirement. I didn't have to get out bed, and so I almost didn't. I almost succumbed to ever-so-enticing prospect of ignoring that today was in fact, another day. Another day that carried responsibilities. Responsibilities toward my work, my relationships and my personal wellbeing.

I used to have these days all the time, but they existed alongside a guy who didn't have a lot on his horizon, or a lot to be motivated by.

Lately, those days have been nonexistent. I have a lot to look forward to, and a lot to focus on, and it's all been positive. This is a good thing! Today served as a reminder that we are our own biggest project, and there is no completion date - well, unless we want to get a little morbid here and call the day of our departure our completion date, but I digress...

It took me by surprise, but I suppose I've benefited from this sudden blip. It's broadened my perspective, and made me appreciate my recent productivity.

What's the learning? I guess it's that no matter how many consecutive steps forward we take, we're not immune from one or two steps backward. And that's ok.