I descaled my coffee machine yesterday, and here’s the thing about descaling the coffee machine: it’s not fun. It’s not fun at all. Especially since the descaling solution comes with zero instructions. I had to resort to YouTube, which made my cat very angry because he hates it when disembodied voices drift out of the laptop.
However, after cleaning the coffee machine inside and out, it turns out my coffee did taste much better this morning. The angry red light was right.
So, if your coffee machine has an angry red light, and like me, you’ve been ignoring it for weeks because you know that cleaning out the coffee machine is not fun at all, just do it. Do it. You’ll thank me later. You won’t thank me as you’re doing it — you’ll probably hate me then, but later — much later — you’ll thank me.
I wanted to kick-off my newfound dedication to blogging by reminding you that I still care about you and your coffee. In case you thought I didn’t.
It’s been a weird few years. I fell into a deep well of depression for entirely too long, and crawling out of it has been a slow and arduous process. But here I am at the other side, and I’m feeling much, much more like my old self.
And, like my old self, I’d like to get back to blogging every day, or at least more frequently.
There was a point there where I honestly couldn’t remember what I used to do on the Internet. Hours of my life got sucked up into the void of random social media. Tumblr. Twitter. Instagram. Snapchat. Back to Twitter. Hours, days, weeks, months, years — all gone, with nothing to show for it. I stopped reading books. I stopped creating things. I stopped sharing because I had nothing to share. I was in a constant state of anxiety about everything.
I hit rock bottom some time around April, and just went, “Whoa, enough.” It’s been getting progressively better since. I’ve started reading, journaling, meditating, doing yoga, walking more, eating better, sleeping better, and, most importantly, writing.
One of the first (and best) changes I made was cutting Twitter from my morning routine. I used to reach for the phone first thing and read the news, which was a great way to start the day anxious and depressed. I cut the Internet out of my morning routine altogether, eventually.
Now I wake up. Drink water. Do yoga. Meditate. Listen to a podcast or audiobook while making/eating breakfast. Journal. Write. Then check the Internet. Sometimes I don’t do it all. Sometimes I wake up late and have to shift things around. Sometimes I’m lazy. But the foundation is there, and it’s been a blessing.
So, what have I been … continue reading…