One of my case workers asked me what “reward” I would give myself after completing certain important tasks.
At the time, I could think of nothing, for things I would like are a massage to relax my tense muscles, or time in a raquet ball court by myself to meditate and work built-up energy out of my system for rebooting – both of which require money.
Well, they would be the rewards I would desire, you know? Some experiences to boost my sense of being human.
But tonight, as I continue working on applications, I will “settle” for a bowl of iced-over, stale Rocky Road ice cream with added walnuts, and not reacting to vexation until after I’ve submitted these documents.
Reward and self discipline.
“Poor” me.
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