Inconsistent

Last year I planned to be more consistent about my blog posts by October. However I started to see negative points unfold in my life. In September, beforehand I had lost my best friend and writing companion Cinnamon. It took a toll certainly. Come December, I had gotten to grieving only in small moments of pain and stopped sleeping with her urn. I tried making the most of the Winter season and Christmas. It went well. Then January came. I got my first dose of covid with bronchitis. It was miserable. Even had worried that I wouldn't have a good birthday because of it. Thankfully I recovered in time to have a wonderful birthday. All the months after, I'd tried to pick myself back up into a routine. I've only been able to wake up early maybe 4 to 5 times. My wake up routine is going alright though.

Bottom line is... no matter how much you think that life will be consistent it isn't. Your plans change when life changes.

I've fallen off the wagon again. I'm ill again. But I'm trying to be more consistent in my own routine. Then, I'll worry about consistent here. Maintaining balance is necessary.