from Thoughts Shared
I have been mulling over the past few months to see if I wanted to spend another £15 to get the iOS app for Write.as platform. I think it will be a good investment to start microblogging some of my random thoughts on the go.
Let's rock and roll, baby!
Day 10 of #100DaysToOffload Challenge. Find out more at 100daystooffload.com and join the community.
from 📚Noisy Deadlines
For the past month, I've been having overloaded days at work. It has disrupted my routine, my downtime and my sleep. Handling many projects at a time with deadlines within a couple of weeks is not easy! And although I have a productivity system in place, I organize my day, I have routines and I take notes... things started to fall through the cracks. And I caught myself having to work after-hours to finish things. And sometimes I do work a little bit more, let's say once a month before an important deadline. But what happened last week was insane. I was working extra 4-5 hours for 3 days in a row! And that took a toll on my health. By Friday I was lightheaded, sleepy, anxious, brain fogged, exhausted and with a headache... My right shoulder started hurting again (it usually happens if I spend too much time doing intensive mouse work on the computer). I thought I got rid of this pain... but it's back.
I couldn't prioritize anything, I couldn't organize my notes, I couldn't even take a break. Whenever I stopped to try and breathe I started worrying about the things I was not doing. That's anxiety, right?
Anyway, I've been focusing on some habits to get back on track. It takes time, I can't recover in a couple of days. It takes time for me to get back to my baseline. My self-care focus is:
For my work routines, I will focus on the following:
Phew, I feel better writing this down.
#journal #noisymusings #work #anxiety
The snow returned this week. A little Winter bleed-through that sent the first traces of Spring into retreat.
Poetic April showers and all that...
Sunlight still warms the ground when the clouds clear, and the overnight ice is gone by the time we wake up. Early flowers continue to blossom regardless, scattered in patches of purple and yellow. They sprout wherever the winds, birds or insects seed them, highlighting the mostly unkempt inner garden. Rhubarb, garlic and wild garlic shoots are pushing up through the earth, winter sown onions and cabbages too. The rest of the plants lie dormant still. Patient.
The house is filled with other seedlings waiting to be planted. Hundreds of green shoots huddled beneath grow lights, stacked on window-sills, tables, chairs, shelves.
Out in the warm compost, lizards have begun to stir uneasily. Unsure of the season. Overhead, migratory birds return in flocks. Cranes and geese chatter and warble, Kestrels and Falcons join in the hunt with the circling Buzzards. Out in the forest, farrow turn over their first mossy stones. Eventually they will mature into the great boar that will rampage across the forest floor. Roebuck rub their antlers on trees, tearing off bark and leaving wounds that will eventually leave the tree dead. Dry. Rotten. Fallen. Providing new habitats for other, smaller forms of life.
Destruction // Rebirth // Cycle // Succession > Repeat >>