I’ve been smashing it lately. At home and at work and at life, too, a little bit.
But I need to rest now. I can feel the tiredness sinking in.
Still, it is not at all a bad idea to stop for a second and pat myself on the back for keeping up with things. I don’t mean to brag. This is a wonderful change. For a minute, anyway. For the last few months, I’ve just been…crawling, at best.
I am terrible at energy regulation. That… I have realised. This causes me to over-work myself in my energy phase, and then do nothing for weeks on end in my mini-burnout phase. Eventually, I completely burn out.
I’ve still got lots to do. Tomorrow, day after, and Saturday. Gosh. I need to rest… soon.
I’m saying no to plans on Sundays, by way of intention, by way of conscious boundaries. Starting last week, too, really. Sunday is for me. Even if I play games at home. Or watch a movie. Sunday is mine and mine alone. It is psychological rest before work on Monday.