Apparently there’s a correlation, for me, between working too hard and being stressed, irritable, and generally in a horrible mood. Huh. This should not come as a surprise, should it? For so long, though, my moods weren’t related to external events, not really. They were related to how much I drank, primarily, and how the alcohol was affecting my brain chemistry. I was actually surprised today when I realized that the last two times my emotional well-being dipped were the last two weeks that work was drowning me.
So, last week was awful. This week, with another big project finished, is just lovely. Today, I went to work around 10am for a quick meeting, took an hour lunch, and then left at 2pm. I came home, took a nap, went to a yoga class, took Petunia to the park, and ate fish tacos outside, wearing a sundress, as the sun was setting. (Why yes, I do live in LA. How could you tell?) It. Was. Glorious. I plan to “work” just as much tomorrow, and then maybe I’ll get back to real life. Or, better, some sort of balance between the two.
I’m fascinated to see how this bizarre thing I’ve noticed–that is, that things that are happening in my life have an effect on my mood–plays out. Stay tuned.