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Loss of balance
I saw it happening and did nothing to curb it. September was a great month. I was progressing so well, disciplining myself, learning so much and still getting so much done. I had a regular schedule. I was exercising everyday.
Enters October and a frantic dash to finish a Halloween costume that was started two years ago. It was more than just finishing it for Halloween this year, it was conquering the project once and for all. But I let it consume me. The house became a wreck. I stopped running everyday. I stopped reading. I stopped meditating. I went back to doing the bare minimum of what was needed to get through the day.
Now, two weeks after Halloween, I'm still having trouble rebuilding the structure I had before. I still haven't picked back up on exercising or the meditations I was doing. The house, at least, is somewhat back to normal, but I'm just feeling a bit drained. I poured myself into one project, a single facet of my life, and now I'm struggling to recover the balance I worked so hard to attain. Granted I never did really attain complete balance, but I felt closer than I ever had before. I was on the right track. The trouble now is that I know what I need to do to get back there, but it's like there's an internal wall keeping me from doing it. Something is blocking the full potential of my energy.
As I sit here looking at Jonah starting to rub his eyes and yawn, signaling it's nearly time for his first nap, I think I'm going to go change clothes real quick and stretch and take him for a jog for the first time in like 6 weeks.
ETA: Mission accomplished. Although my legs don't hurt like the first time I went in September, boy do I have a lot of crud in my lungs from nearly constant congestion since then. If I can finish the week doing the .7 miles or so I did today, maybe I can add the extra quarter mile next week to get back up to where I was when I left off.
Enters October and a frantic dash to finish a Halloween costume that was started two years ago. It was more than just finishing it for Halloween this year, it was conquering the project once and for all. But I let it consume me. The house became a wreck. I stopped running everyday. I stopped reading. I stopped meditating. I went back to doing the bare minimum of what was needed to get through the day.
Now, two weeks after Halloween, I'm still having trouble rebuilding the structure I had before. I still haven't picked back up on exercising or the meditations I was doing. The house, at least, is somewhat back to normal, but I'm just feeling a bit drained. I poured myself into one project, a single facet of my life, and now I'm struggling to recover the balance I worked so hard to attain. Granted I never did really attain complete balance, but I felt closer than I ever had before. I was on the right track. The trouble now is that I know what I need to do to get back there, but it's like there's an internal wall keeping me from doing it. Something is blocking the full potential of my energy.
As I sit here looking at Jonah starting to rub his eyes and yawn, signaling it's nearly time for his first nap, I think I'm going to go change clothes real quick and stretch and take him for a jog for the first time in like 6 weeks.
ETA: Mission accomplished. Although my legs don't hurt like the first time I went in September, boy do I have a lot of crud in my lungs from nearly constant congestion since then. If I can finish the week doing the .7 miles or so I did today, maybe I can add the extra quarter mile next week to get back up to where I was when I left off.