I’m so exhausted. These past few days, I do not know if I just went hard in the gym and then hard at work, but I have been coming home and wanting to crash by 8:30 p.m. I have absolutely no motivation for anything after work, which is bad considering I have four baby blankets to complete, and I am still on the first one.

My mother also asked me if I would be interested in selling some of the things that I make if they opened a crafting booth. That would be nice. I do have a lot of projects that I start and finish for no reason at all, and it would be nice to get cash back from my hobbies. I am trying to think of a clever name to sell them under – Porter Projects? I’ll have to think of more.

V is working out after work tomorrow, so that leaves me with two choices: Workout at home in our home gym or go to Planet Fitness on my own. I am debating going by myself so that I can feel more comfortable in the gym. V left me to run to the bathroom, and I felt self-conscious trying to do face pulls on a machine – yet, I did it. That gave me a sense of pride.

I know that going to the gym alone isn’t a big deal, but it is the little things that matter to me. One small step for man, one giant leap for my anxiety.

Anyways, back to crocheting and thinking of a better name to sell these with.