I had a perfectly wonderful blog written nearly to conclusion last night. I don't even know how I did it, but next thing I knew it wasn't there. I had evidently closed the window without posting it. Keeping my fingers crossed for an auto-save running in the background, I opened the "drafts" tab. The blog editor had saved it!!! Only the only thing it saved was the title. Groan. I've been trying to write every day and now here I was, jet-lagged and very tired. I entertained the prospect of rewriting my blog for only about 30 seconds. Slamming the lid down on my computer, I slid further under the sheets...
Wait...you were in bed writing your blog? What made you think that would turn out well?
I should have known better. Just a quick blog and off to the Feather Bed Ball I thought. Who was I kidding? I'm a great sleeper (thank you God) and there's really only one other thing I can accomplish in bed without falling asleep in minutes. I admire people who can read in bed. It sounds so comfortable and decadent. I manage about 3 pages, only to have to reread them the next day. So I came into work this morning thinking about those times when you think are functioning just fine, but something happens to show you that you are not. I really thought I had enough energy left to write a blog -- which arguably I did. I just didn't save an ounce for the attention needed to not mistakenly delete it.
Sometimes these strange moments arise from emotional distraction, not necessarily lack of sleep. In those very early weeks of agreeing to divorce, I literally had to coach myself while driving -- pay attention...look for deer...you paying attention?...what's happening behind you?.... I sort of knew that my senses were overloaded and that my subconscious was processing madly and hence, not paying as much attention to the current moment. Nothing bad ever happened, but there were those sort of moments were you find your keys in the refrigerator.
When your tank is empty you simply need to rest and restore. I'm on a mission to refill my tank following my trip to London because I need the energy and wits to take on Disney next!
Wait...you were in bed writing your blog? What made you think that would turn out well?
I should have known better. Just a quick blog and off to the Feather Bed Ball I thought. Who was I kidding? I'm a great sleeper (thank you God) and there's really only one other thing I can accomplish in bed without falling asleep in minutes. I admire people who can read in bed. It sounds so comfortable and decadent. I manage about 3 pages, only to have to reread them the next day. So I came into work this morning thinking about those times when you think are functioning just fine, but something happens to show you that you are not. I really thought I had enough energy left to write a blog -- which arguably I did. I just didn't save an ounce for the attention needed to not mistakenly delete it.
Sometimes these strange moments arise from emotional distraction, not necessarily lack of sleep. In those very early weeks of agreeing to divorce, I literally had to coach myself while driving -- pay attention...look for deer...you paying attention?...what's happening behind you?.... I sort of knew that my senses were overloaded and that my subconscious was processing madly and hence, not paying as much attention to the current moment. Nothing bad ever happened, but there were those sort of moments were you find your keys in the refrigerator.
When your tank is empty you simply need to rest and restore. I'm on a mission to refill my tank following my trip to London because I need the energy and wits to take on Disney next!