I Didn’t Finish My List… But I Got a Homemade Pizza
Trying (again) to get everything in my life back on track.
I woke up around 4:30am from a nightmare, and honestly? I got very little done at work. My brain just wasn’t in it. Instead, I ended up doing a bunch of planning—mapping out what I want to tackle while my wife and son are away on their camping trip next week. I laid out a new gym routine (thanks to all that blog research), picked out the game dev and programming books I want to read, and figured out meals to cook with each of the kids.
Still, there’s that voice in the back of my head whispering I didn’t do enough. I didn’t finish my to-do list. I didn’t journal. (Technically doing this the day after.) I was so wiped by the end of the night I just crashed after getting the kids settled.
But I’m trying to be kind to myself. I did show up. I did do something. That has to count for something.
Small win though: we just wrapped up the end of the school year, and when I got home last night, the kids had made a homemade pizza and surprised me with a “Daddy of the Year” award. They even turned dinner into a “fancy restaurant” experience—little cooks, waiters, and waitresses. It was pretty special. And honestly? That one moment made the whole day worth it.
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