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Wednesday, September 14. Let's Just Get Past This Work Day

Ok so. Some work days are better left undiscussed.  You go through the motions and you move on.  It's not that one is that much different from the next...it's more a case of how you feel about the daily activities.  I awoke very tired.  I had not been getting much sleep.  It's really that simple.  But it's funny that when you try to talk about your feelings with most people they never quite understand the magnitude of how you feel because they are not experiencing the same thing as you at the moment.  However, have you ever noticed that when they do go through something they lose it, freak out, shut down, etc.? With all that being said, I was feeling in such a way that my morning commute didn't even matter. I was tired.  My body hurt. My eyes were heavy and wanted to close. I had to press my way through the day even though all I wanted was to go back to bed and get some good sleep!

All I can tell you is that I got to the train, got on the train, got to work, got through the day, and didn't keel over.  But when I got home, I hit the sofa and chilled out until I was good and sleepy.  Then I went to bed.  I was in bed before 10:00 PM for the first time in months!

Lesson:  If you aren't well rested, you don't even care what's going on around you and you miss a whole day.

A Girl Changing The World

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