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Something that Gives you Energy

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I was on Pinterest today looking at Bridesmaid hairstyles (Catherine found one she likes and it is pretty so now I just need to figure out how to put it on my head) and came across a journaling prompt list. I thought "that could be a fun blog idea! And then I have no excuse for not coming up with something unless I am actually asleep on my feet". The prompt was "Something that gives you energy" which is a tad vague but doable. Being the straight forward person that I am, my immediate answer was sleep and food. That biological basis can't be argued but it isn't exactly the most personal answer for the books.

That is where today's graphic comes in. If I were to change the phrase "gives you energy" to "recharges you" my answer changes. I am an introverted extrovert. People are great, attention is great, parties/outside/interactions all great things that can get me going for the day... if they are done on my terms. When forced into social interaction, I'm a turtle. Of my own accord? Butterfly. People can recharge me but so can reading, writing, video games, nature, exercise, and sleep. I love sleep.  Knowing this, I need to do a little better at working these in to the schedule as self care activities.

Schedule making is going well! Keeping to it is 50/50. But progress not perfection so I'll take it. I also did some looking into my budget... that is a whole separate post.  I'm excited to see where the journaling thing goes and I am hopeful to get more in depth with some of goals throughout February as it is rapidly approaching.

What recharges you?

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