Usually, I survive on five to six hours of sleep a night. About two weeks ago, I took pity on myself. I have left clean clothes unfolded, dishes in the sink for someone else to clean and I refused to multi-task, even at work.
I have been sleeping eight to nine hours a night. I took naps on the weekends. Everyone thinks I am ill. They can't seem to wrap their minds around my new response when they ask me to do something for them: "I don't wanna." And I haven't caved.
I feel better now. I have regrouped. I feel like a fog has lifted from my mind. I am going to see how long I can swim against this tide.
7 comments:
Good for you. A little down time is a wonderful thing - especially if you are refreshed when you come back up for air. Sometimes that tide gets overwhelming.
Gawilli: It is a good lesson to be forced to just give up. I know I always feel like certain things matter more than they should, so these breaks remind me not to be so self important. Now I feel like a new person again.
I go walkabout. Personal time is a gift to ourselves! I'm happy that you are good to yourself!
Katie: I like that name. It sounds very romantic. I think that's what I will call my walks; turn them into an adventure.
Perfect decision! Glad you're taking care of YOU for a change! Have a wonderful weekend, lady!
Good to hear that you're feeling better.
Steve~
Dabich: I'm trying to be more consistant.
Steve: Thanks.
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