Today, I got up at 5am, put on my workout clothes, and went to the gym. I didn’t have a particularly good workout, but I listened to music, people watched, and did my best in spite of the asthma attack I could feel building (on the left side of my chest, just below my collarbone — if I ever have a heart attack, I will unfortunately probably think it’s asthma and ignore it). I even sweated.

I have since had the best morning I’ve had in weeks. I’m in a good mood, I’m alert, I was ready to leave the house 20 minutes before my usual time, I had time to do a bit of crocheting, have a good breakfast, savor my tea and pet my cat, and I’ve knocked 3 annoying items off my to do list already at work.

I’m just noting this here to remind myself that the effort is worth it.