Last night I cried. I sat on the edge of my bed and cried. I think I needed it.
I was tired. I’m good (ie. there’s nothing wrong), but I feel like I’m being stretched too thin. And after not enough sleep all week, it just hit me. Hence the tears.
I know I’ve done it to myself – stretching myself too thin.
I have a little too much hands-on volunteer/ community work going on, as well as being in a new stage of the business.
I’m scared / worried I’m not doing either justice. But I have to keep working so I can 1) exit appropriately from the community commitments, and 2) get the business where it needs to be.
I’m in bed tonight at 9.30pm. It’s a full week ahead. So hopefully I’ll get to sleep early and start the week with a full tank.
Tomorrow’s “well-being” focus will be on good food (haven’t done a lot of that in the past 72 hours), water and movement.
Let’s see how I go.