I wish you: the bliss of satisfying any earworm you have are surrounded by people who get your jokes have someone who says “me too!” at your confessions, and really listen get clarity over what your priorities are and own them with minimal second guessing have people who will call you out when you’re being…
I caught myself arguing with reality the other day. I was annoyed that despite having slept for 12 hours in total the day before, and 8+ hours the night before, I still feel exhausted at 12pm. It doesn’t make sense. I thought I have bounced back from the food poisoning. I mean hey all symptoms…
As a knowledge worker, I find that whenever I find myself getting anxious or worried, the causes will fall into one of these categories: uncaptured (fear of dropping the ball, letting anything slip through the cracks) unprocessed (unchallenged, just mental chatter, reinstating personal narrative, reinforcing sense of identity, telling myself what I already believe) unorganised…
So. I’ve been constipated, metaphorically. Haven’t been publishing anything for the past….. 6 months? And it has been causing low-key stress and anxiety, gnawing away. I want to get things out there. I want to ship. It’s not that I haven’t been writing or researching or thinking about anything. It’s just that I haven’t published…