I don’t feel like making art, and that’s okay. I guess a few days ago I was all excited about it, when I was hypomanic, and now it just seems like it would be forced. Maybe later, I reply to myself.

I don’t feel like drinking, and that’s good. I am staying sober, I don’t think HAMS is for me. Keep it simple I tell myself.

Life is good. I start a busy week Monday, working with kids, and it will be as challenging as it is fun. Hunker down, you’ve got this, I whisper to myself.

I am doing a lot of talking to myself. But I am reaching out to others as well, so I feel balanced, calm and ready for the chaos that will be Monday. “I’ve got this!” I cheer to myself.