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So I had this migraine last night, right. Out of nowhere, pain. Took drugs. All good. But this morning when I woke up I was feeling like the bottom of a birdcage... really yuk. I was also stressing about the massively behind editing work that was waiting for me to pull a Spectacular on it.
Then I realised... if I wasn't expecting myself to pull a Spectacular, I'd feel relatively ok. Ok enough to potter around (after cleaning my teeth, of course).
So I decided to drift back to sleep as I dearly wanted to do. And I woke up at 9am, and I pottered. And I did a bit of desultory errand running, and then around 2pm I settled down to work.
And I got more done than I expected to.
I had recently noticed that the stress of disappointing others or failing in my promises was more of an issue than I had realised. This confirms it.
Then I realised... if I wasn't expecting myself to pull a Spectacular, I'd feel relatively ok. Ok enough to potter around (after cleaning my teeth, of course).
So I decided to drift back to sleep as I dearly wanted to do. And I woke up at 9am, and I pottered. And I did a bit of desultory errand running, and then around 2pm I settled down to work.
And I got more done than I expected to.
I had recently noticed that the stress of disappointing others or failing in my promises was more of an issue than I had realised. This confirms it.