Well, well. I noted my targets at the very beginning of the morning today. In fact, it was around 4:30am, and I knew I wanted to come back and write my entry after my workout.
Here’s an observation that I know about myself (pretty sure I’ve written this before): if I don’t work out first, first, FIRST thing in the morning, it’s going to screw up my day. What I had fallen into over the last few months (since being laid off) is that I was getting up with the alarm and letting myself crawl back in bed, many times falling asleep and snoozing up to a couple of hours! Then, I’d get up and start my whole coffee routine, sit down at my desk, click around online, yada, yada… answer emails, sometimes write an entry, sip my coffee…and THEN do my workout. IF I even got back to my workout.
I’ve seen and heard all the hype about how women should not do their workouts in a fasted state, but I’ve also seen rebuttals for that theory as well. I will tell you that even making a protein coffee for myself tends to throw my whole schedule off. So…
This morning was good. Until it wasn’t.
I got up early, but made the mistake of checking my email in a groggy state. That’s going to be a NONO from now on. Because I saw some emails that made me think my Marketplace insurance never went through so I was out of luck for coverage in January!!
PANIC ensued.
I made a phone call the Healthcare.gov number, and got some kind of baloney and then decided to do my workout because United Healthcare wasn’t going to be open until 7am anyway.
Long, long story, but two weird things happened today with regards to money.
I ended up spending well over two hours trying to get this insurance thing cleared up, having to make a payment on a card that I didn’t want to use, and
My brother called me telling me that my dad has been a victim of a financial scam and he’s in a terrible panic!
So. There went my morning.
I’m pretty sure I’ve fixed my own issue with insurance, but my dad is going to need some additional help. My brother is working with him today (thank goodness, maybe?), but it seems pretty clear that dad is not in a very great mental state. I’m really worried that he’s going downhill maybe even faster than my mom. Imagine having two people with dementia in the house?? Oy.
This feels like the start of something very difficult. I can’t carry it all right now, but it’s weighing heavier and heavier.
I did end up getting my workout done before 6:30 am, however (in case you were wondering). And I went pretty hard. So my intentions in the title are so far so good. Just need to get a move on with the career stuff. Relationship rates a zero because I can’t be bothered today. As I’d already intended, ha!
In other news, I finished the 13 Magical Wishes of Yule yesterday (January 1). New Year’s Day was the day I could open the last “wish” or manifestation that I’m supposed to be responsible for.
The rest of the 12 wishes were burned each night and the ashes released to the universe.
Let’s just say that my last “wish” is something that I can certainly make happen within the year 2026. I am supposed to trust that the universe is going to support the rest….which seems like a pretty tall order for the universe! But I have to trust! And I have to make sure I’m putting myself in the right places. Ya know?
Okay. I’m antsy now. I can’t stop thinking about my poor, sweet dad. He sounded so worried on the phone! I did tell him that it’s not the end of the world and we’ll get it taken care of, but his poor, sweet soul can’t take much more. He’s overwhelmed.
I need to take a nice, long, lunchtime walk with Martini and think this through…
xox,
GS
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