It used to be that every day was a fight: every day was a struggle to get up and get going. I’m glad that’s not true any more.
It’s nice to be able to roll out of bed and know there is work to be done and that work is enjoyable.
Some days are still sucky. There’s usually a trigger that sets it off–something related to what triggered me before: things I expected and don’t have, recognition that those things are still affect me, even though I’m consciously past them.
So the subconscious can still bring things up, and then it’s my joy to deal with it consciously and move past it. Taking control of the conscious thoughts and accepting they are there, but choosing to not dwell on them.
That takes control. It takes effort. And it almost always happens on days I’d rather not split my brainpower because I know my main focuses will take everything I have.