How do I get my gut to “understand” what my head knows, that I need a break and some actual relaxing and down time?
You’ve all been harangued for a couple months about my schedule and workload and deadlines. I’m sure you’re as tired of it as I am, and I’m freakin’ exhausted.
We’ve now reached a short time when there aren’t any “FULL SPEED AHEAD, ALL HANDS ON DECK!” deadlines in the immediate future. Just the usual grind on about four different fronts, including work, the CAF hangar, home, and so on. Yet even when I have a day like today where I got rid of the “required” and “urgent” tasks for the weekend by 14:00 or so, I just had a pain in the ass time getting my gut to let me relax.
I need to be working on this, or that, or maybe I should try to get ahead on this other thing! And then there are all of those OTHER THINGS that I haven’t even considered working on for so long and they’re so far onto the back burner that you need Hubble to see them – maybe I can do some of those today!
What’s up with that? What part of my upbringing makes it so hard to let go, relax, and not feel guilty about it?
AND HOW DO I STOP USING ALL CAPS AND BOLD AND ITALICS SO MUCH?
Yeah, let’s get to the important questions!
Where’s an Ambien or Valium when you really need one?
Humor. Right. That’s not going to happen, nor are the 100% legal alternatives. I blame the Midwestern conservative upbringing in the 60’s where we saw “Reefer Madness” as a propaganda weapon of terror on a regular basis.
I hope whoever and wherever you are, you can get your brain to cut you some slack and let you just breathe a bit.
2 responses to “Until Six Months After I’m Dead”
The trouble with having hit all your deadlines is that you wonder whjat you’ve forgotten to do the whole time….
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It’s okay, someone will remind me 🙄