Thursday I came home wiped out.
Work has been hard lately. Truthfully, life's been kind of hard, lately. I've been the sort of person who is high-functioning, and always has a lot going on. At one point I was:
- Actively podcasting on a two week schedule
- Training daily for running
- Working on a new novel
- Holding down a complicated day job
- Learning all sorts of new technologies for work
- Coaching somewhere between 1-3 clients at the same time at night.
But I have had a lot of stuff going on. Life changes, a death in the family, job changes, too. And it all sort of dumped on me at once, cumulatively, and I wound up sort of stopped.
Family and friends have noticed I haven't been myself lately, too. After talking to Missy about it, and brother, and other people very important to me, I decided to do something about it.
Thursday I think it was, as I was driving up to my very messy garage, I decided to change gears. I called up my old therapist and made an appointment to see him. I called my sleep lab to look into a new sleep study.
But most importantly, I decided to be okay with being a mess for a bit, and to stop being so damn hard on myself about things.
It started making me feel better the minute I chose to do so.