Yesterday, I decided to start my day with a long run – something I haven’t done in a while and my heart was probably very thankful for. I then thought it would be a fabulous idea to follow this up with a 700-word essay on ethics in counselling that I had been putting off for about two weeks.
I felt pretty good about myself yesterday. I managed to achieve a lot.
That is why, thanks to the great powers of balance that to govern this universe, today I feel like an overcooked piece of broccoli that has been dropped on the floor and stepped on. Every little action is undertaken with a loud groan and through narrow, tired eyes.
Yesterday, I said to my wife: “I think I’m going to try and focus on my mental and physical health more. I might even try to get up earlier in the morning so I can go for a run before the day really starts.”
Today, I ate most of a bag of dried mangoes while wandering around town. I then managed to write ‘God, I’m tired’ in my journal before I had to take a break and have a cup of coffee.
Life is funny like that, I suppose. Some days you are running, and writing essays, and making progress, and other days you feel a bit sick because of all those mangoes you ate in an attempt to feel a bit better.
I meant to write about how my novel is going today, so I’ll just add it here:
It isn’t.
See you next time.
Rhi Axtell - Writer 
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