Funny story, though it’s not so funny as it is perplexing, and I’m still trying to wrap my brain around this whole day.
I worked last night, the 30th of June, and I punched out of work sometime between 3:30am and 4am. As I walked to my car, I told my coworker “Happy July.” She looked at me like I had a screw loose, which, let’s be honest, there are a few loosening. That should’ve been my first clue that it was, well, July. I came home, went to sleep, and woke up at 7:30am with my kids. Nothing new.
July 1 is a special day in my home. It’s a sobriety anniversary for someone in my family, so we went out to celebrate. I told this person “Happy clean date.” That should’ve been clue number two that it was July.
All day, we were home until about 4pm when we went out to eat and go to Target. I’ve been feeling under the weather lately because my W-2 job (inventory), maintaining my editing schedule for clients, and this A-Z writing challenge have taken a toll on not only my body (since I rarely sleep anymore) and my mind. It was enough for me to put on Inside Out and let my kids watch TV, read books, and play games while I just sat. I’m still not even sure how I spent the first part of the day. Somehow from all my non-busyness, I managed to crash when I put my youngest to bed around 8-9pm, which is just ridiculously early for him and I’m not sure how I accomplished that. Usually, he goes to bed around 10-11pm. I don’t really even remember falling asleep, but I woke up at 2am, unsure of what year it was, much less what day it was.
As I lay in bed trying to reorient myself, I realized that it was July 2. Not only that, but it was the second day of Camp NaNoWriMo. Not once did Camp enter in my mind on the 1st. Not once, which is baffling because my life kind of revolves around NaNoWriMo. Not only that, but I signed up to participate in something called WriDay with my writing accountability group. WriDay is one day each month–the moderators choose the day–that you write a specific number of words that you consider challenging. Traditionally, it’s 50,000 words in one day, but let’s be honest, that’s not always possible. Anyway, I chose 2,500 words since that’d be a push but not impossible. That was my one thing to do today, and I didn’t even think about it until 2am on July 2.
Naturally, I feel like an epic failure, but I’m trying to remember to be gentle with myself because depression is no joke. I’m unofficially dubbing tomorrow [today, July 2] WriDay and aiming for 2,500 words to kick start the month and Camp. I’m still behind and working on my D story, though I should be on E, so I want to finish D tomorrow [today] and start planning for E.
Camp Word Meter: 0/20,000