Day Seventy-seven + Day One without C

After a very broken night (worrying about a job, worrying about life in general, hooked on the latest instalment of a TV spy/crime series), I overslept massively, sleeping until 11:40, right through three alarms, one of which I did perceive, but from a long way away.

Had invited a friend for lunch at noon, so leapt out of bed. By the time I had a moment to write down an extraordinary dream, it was gone. All I remember is thinking that it was really special, long, involved and quite beautiful despite a stressful ending, with me seeking to resolve an issue that couldn't be resolved.

So, as it was already very late, I decided that today is the day I'm coming off Concerta – at least until my next appointment with Dr. Sheard in ten days' time. Should be just enough to see what differences I notice.

What emotional pangs did I notice today?

None. Felt connected in more than one way.

What feelings about differences did I notice?

I do talk a lot.

What went well today?
Managed to have a fairly tidy-looking house by the time my friend knocked on the door.
Lunch turned out great. I produced a delicious hot meal in less than 45 minutes: home-grown potatoes and lettuce (yes, still picking those Lollo rosso leaves!), organic avocado, organic carrots, leeks, broccoli and butternut squash: roughly mashed potatoes mixed with two organic eggs made a lovely "Spanish" omelet; the veggies were still a bit al-dente and looked beautiful, and the salad went down a treat. Followed the lot with organic Oolong for her and coffee for me, and dark-chocolate macaroons.
Also worked on final edits / proofreading of a big job I've helped coax along for an extraordinary Swiss artist.
I also composed info re adult ADD/ADHD for a friend who suspects her husband may have been living with this. They're both about my age – better late than not at all.

How can I make it happen more regularly?

Keep on keeping on. Invite more friends for lunch.

What strengths have I focused on today?

Ability to pull things together under pressure.

At what point did I feel most authentically myself?
Cooking.

What did not go so well?

Munched the rest of the dark-chocolate macaroons late at night.
Have not touched my accounts, have not called the accountant to clear up a question that's been holding me back.
Continue severely addicted to TV.
Bum very sore indeed but possibly a tiny bit better than a week ago, say.

There's hope!