The joy and challenge of not only recognizing that you need a sick day, but also actually declaring that sick day.
Yesterday I did a damn good job of recognizing that I did not have the mental capacities required for two hours of sustained writerly activity, or anything else for that matter. I even did a good job of going back to bed til lunch and then watching super-sh*tty television til bed-time.
What I didn’t get quite right was the actual transition, which involved me losing my temper with myself (like I do when my OCD wants me to prioritize being there and ready and waiting for others even if I’m about to pass out) as I struggled to wrap my live-stream without making too much eye contact with the live chat.
But I got it done, and I spent the rest of the day vegging out it self-care mode, letting my brain and my body do what they needed to do for me to be able to show up for my writing this morning.
I came, I saw, I went back to bed.
And the world did not end. In fact, it became more manageable.
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