The after holidays reset can be difficult . . . probably why we have all those resolutions to get us back on track after a week or so of lazying and fun and drinking red wine. I’ve worked half days the last two days . . . or three-quarter days depending on how much you want to count my anxiety attack morning yesterday . . . and I’d planned to work well into this evening to get some things done and take advantage of the relatively quiet business season, but I hit a wall.
It’s silly, isn’t it? That we need recovery from our time off? That shouldn’t be a real thing. In fact, it probably isn’t a real thing and what’s really going on is that I regress into some pretty unproductive patterns when allowed and call it relaxing when really it’s just picking up any mindless activity I can and having an extra glass of wine.
The new year is almost here, though, and if I want to start counting lessons I’ve learned this is one of them: I feel better in the routine, in the meditating and reading and running and no alcohol and more sleep. That I have to learn this over and over and over again is a lesson too. There is no press play and do nothing button.
So tonight, to bed early. Tomorrow, up with the sun to draw the pieces of my life back together with hopefully some meaningful time to think about 2020.
With Love,
Natalie