Every night, my brain becomes a mix of gelatin, overcooked noodles, and steam. My body feels like it just finished a battle with a bulldozer. My emotions are riding a unicycle on a tightrope fraying at one end. My energy. . . well, it is non-existent.
Yet I still cook dinner, put the kids to bed, and find lots of time to beat myself up on another day not landing work, writing a review, or creating a newsletter or podcast.
But energy during the day is being spent somehow. In the coming days, I need to be much better at really recognizing where I spend those limited dimes of energy.
Try to make them count.
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