Attributed to Dr. Meredith Grey's-Anatomy, but certainly not as recent as that.
Today, I've put away my metaphorical hammer and it DOES feel good. Last week was a week to end all weeks in terms of effort put in, hours worked and lack of sleep.
(N.B. Please don't say to me 'you should try working in a salt mine in Senegal. That's REALLY hard work.' I know this.)
There were so many positives, so much learned.
Most of all,
...and I did it with good grace and good humour, which is even better. I KNOW I can always get things done if I set my mind to it but HOW I get things done is another matter.
Another lesson: If I do things to extremes then doing them in a regular way after that seems like a walk in the park.
To put things in context, I generally go to bed between 9 and 10 o'clock - because I get up at 6.30 for the horses. Otherwise, I've been telling myself, I get too tired to function.
Last week's bedtimes: Tuesday - 1 a.m. Wednesday - 1.30 a.m. Thursday - 2 a.m. Friday - 10 p.m (but up extra early to catch train to London) Saturday - 12.30 a.m.
What I noticed was that 12.30 a.m. on Saturday seemed EARLY after the 2 a.m. on Thursday! HOORAY, I'm training myself!
What worked was that I didn't dwell on the fact that I'd had so little sleep. I didn't do my usual thing of thinking 'Woe is me! I've only had three hours sleep. There is NO WAY I can cope with today.' Doing that, in itself, wears me out before I've even started.
I'm not suggesting for a minute that I could carry on with that sort of schedule forever...
but now I know it's possible.
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