The decompression chamber

I don’t try to hide the fact that I’ve been working like a crazy person since about mid-December.

Ok, that’s a lie. I’ve been keeping crazy hours for a couple of years, but it’s increased even more since mid-December. Lately some of my weeks consist of six 8AM-to-midnight days in a row.

After those weeks I’ve found it takes me a while to really decompress. I can’t just bounce back. For three or four days after one of those weeks I have trouble concentrating. I have trouble relaxing. I have trouble sleeping. Basically I have trouble doing much of anything. I’ve learned a lot about how far I can push my body before I become less effective. That point is closer than I like to admit.

This last Saturday I spent the entire day with Becca and the boys and it was great. I’ve found if you’ve been consistently abusing yourself, nothing heals faster than quality time with the family on a beautiful day.

This post pairs well with “The Sheep are on strike,” a glass of warm milk and sleeping pills.


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