I am constantly tired, once again. I am not sure why. But recently I made the decision to limit myself to one social activity a day because the whole several-activities-a-day regimen I have had the last few months is wearing me down to a nub. And I have got to get myself home earlier from work and go to bed earlier, like by 9pm. Is it because I’m doing more meetings via phone? I am not sure why I am so drained. I am going out of my mind with exhaustion!
Today I met up with a friend that I met via our blogs–we made the transition to “irl!” It was awesome–she brought her newborn son and we cooed over him, chomped on some good barbecue, and sat in the shade, feeling the breeze tickle our skin. It was an incredibly pleasant lunch and it was good to meet her.
But I felt so shameful telling a mother of a newborn, “I am so tired!” Like, I had to totally stop myself from bitching about my exhaustion.
Meanwhile, I have to conserve some energy and direct it to my novel.
Oh! And after years of consideration, years of listening to friends urging me to investigate yoga, and months of pontification–I am going to my very first yoga class on Saturday with my very good friend! I even bought a yoga mat today. How’s THAT for real intention?