deborahjross | Bleary eyed (Reply)

Somewhere last week, got a desperate call from old work, asking if I could come in while they hire a new receptionist/scheduler. Nice accommodating people-pleaser rescuer-of-the-world that I am, I said yes. Worked 9 hours Monday, digging out the mess. Most of the week I've been too trashed and wound-up to write, do proper piano, even exercise right. I could feel that wonderful writing momentum dissipating. So, I wangled someone else to take Friday, and all next week except Monday. It will take me a few days and a yoga class or two to get body kinks smoothed out and creativity back into gear.

I am so proud that I caught myself in time and stood up for what I needed. But I am very tired and sore... not all because of work, I do admit. Plantar fasciitis has flared up again (or did I post about that?) It's pretty awful after I've been sitting (or sleeping -- I'm a total gimp first thing in the morning). I'd forgotten how exhausting it is to have such pain. At least, I can't injure myself by pushing through it to exercise anyway.