I pulled an all-nighter…
Is this unusual for me? Hardly. I suffer from artist brain. When creativity strikes, I work through the night until I am finished with whatever thought is depriving me of REM. The second I finished my project, I went to go squat.
Much to my dismay, my legs felt like someone hit me with a pillow case full of dead batteries. I was slow, my knees sounded like cracking tree branches, and my enthusiasm was at an all-time low. On a scale of 1 to 5, 1 being I didn’t want to squat, and 5 being I really wanted to squat, I was only at a 37. I hate to admit it, but I think lack of sleep may have gotten the best of me today.
Like I said yesterday – baby steps.
I showed up. I squatted. I’m stronger for it.
Thought of the day:
I often wonder... Are Jessie’s girl and Stacey’s mom the same person?