It's a situation I'm not willing to entertain anymore. In many ways, my Masters has slowed down a great deal as I refuse to accept unreasonable deadlines and insist on full sleep. Accomplishments don't feel quite as epic when they're not at 7AM in the morning, an hour before a due date, but life is much sweeter and my brain, my happy brain! It's nice not working on a burn-out-and-recovery cycle.
And my mood. The change was gradual since the summer, but getting to exhaust myself again for a couple days last week helped me see its affect on my ability to tolerate the unusual, new stimuli, and little inconveniences. I'm more aware of my reactions these days and better able to manage them, but having the initial urge is still uncomfortable, and a good argument for proper sleep.
And now a fond good night from a borrowed bed,
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