As you may hve read, I was exhausted yesterday (actually, so exhausted that the monsters did not dare to come in the morning). All day was a pain, I was running at 15% of my capacity, came back home tired, empty, bored, and actually wanted to do nothing. My plan had been to go the gym, but I completely did not feel there would be any use exercising, so it became one of these rare ocassions when I do not follow my routine.
And so the day monsters appeared: They all gathered around my head and started pumping the negative thoughts: "you are rubbish, you cannot follow your routine!","you will never get to what you want if you cannot follow your plans!", "that's why you are weak!". Gosh, there was a whole choir of them, rapping these verses of condemnation!
I came out to the porch, had a meal, and told them to leave me alone. They did not want to listen, so I told them "Fine, go ahead. Ramble on. I am just too tired to care. This is a specific day, I have a reason to be tired, and I will be fine tomorrow or so."
They were going on and on for a while, but an hour later they were quiet. I talked to my wife, saw a great photo of my son in his team sports gear at the university, played music, read a book. Went to sleep, got up today feeling fresh and strong.
(But the night monsters were back. They got me in the morning, with a fine for a traffic offense, which I had commited so reluctantly in my dream. I managed to talk myself out of it though, but it took until almost 6 am).
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