A friend is here, fell asleep on the couch. It’s nice to have a friend here who is comfortable doing that. I gave her a blanket, and switched to my lullaby playlist.
Meanwhile, I work on the pocket-sized survival kits. The first image is of the covers, with mania on top, depression below. Second image is page 2 of each, which are the same text. Third is pages 14 & 15, mania on top, depression below again:
Collecting photos to print and paste in my travel survival kits.
Time to style up some portable survival kits. I bought the most beautiful, plain little sketchbooks today. Two. I am going to make mini kits that I can slip into my bag when I need one: A depression one and a mania one.
I have all sorts of survival kits – The shoe-box sized ones, my books, the pages in the Corkulous app on my iPad, and the mixes I’ve made. But I forget them when I need them.
I’ll decorate them – I usually create both when I am (hypo)manic anyway. I can decorate the cover, paste stuff inside – I’m looking forward to the process as much as having them available.
Will keep you updated. This is what they look like now:
Hi! Who has a great saying/ quote/ mantra that I can put on my desk?
Something that will help me get through the day. Something that will help me when things are tough, or something that’s positive all day long.
Appreciate the help!
Sunday night means almost Monday morning.
I promised myself I’d be feeling better when February starts. Apparently, the flu/bronchitis/now sneezing & sore throat aren’t playing deals. I slept yesterday, and today felt a bit better.
But “a bit better” hasn’t cut it these past weeks, so I’m going for the obvious alternate:
Fake It ‘Til You Make It
Re-organized wardrobe. Goal: Less black. It’s not much, but a little something-something might distract me for a few days.
Sketching:
“What sells is hope,” said Diana Vreeland.
I say: Let’s sell a lot of that.
This great photo was taken by Priscilla Rattazzi in 1982. I love the book I first saw it in: The Power of Style: The Women Who Defined the Art of Living Well.
Cleaning up the piles of paper and other chores may be a great way to use my hypomanic energy this weekend. But is that really a silver lining?
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