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*faceplant*
May. 22nd, 2007 08:20I collapsed in the train station parking lot. (No, I didn't actually faceplant, but I might have if I hadn't been sitting in my car.) I dozed for twenty minutes or so, until I felt competent to drive home.
I was thinking, "well, this is what happens when you break your own rules -- if you don't stop doing too much, you run out of spoons." And, to be honest, I have been doing more than I probably should... Maker Faire was tiring, and while I thoroughly enjoyed my time with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mactavish yesterday, it was time on my feet after a morning spent picking veggies for the Market Garden. I was aware that I was running a little low when I washed my car yesterday evening, but not horribly so... postponing it would have meant breaking a promise to Gwen, and while I suspect she wouldn't hold a grudge (she's been surprisingly patient lately), I detest breaking promises made to animate objects -- it's like breaking promises made to animals. They'll forgive you, but they won't understand.
I felt fine last night. I went to bed at a reasonable hour. All I can figure is that a normally spoon-positive activity (namely, sleeping) turned out negative instead... I can't predict that. If I had stayed home yesterday afternoon and done homework, I would have been a bit better off, but I strongly suspect I wouldn't have made it through today anyway.
This is the roughest time I've had with my health in quite a while. Unfortunately, there isn't a lot more I can trim from my commitments -- I'll call Cami and tell her I can do the buckskin survey either tomorrow or Friday, not both, and she gets to choose which... but the only other thing on the table is Baycon, which I refuse to entirely miss. Besides, it's not as simple as "I need to reserve my energy for school", because I'm sufficiently burned out that I'll go crazy, and stress is exhausting by itself. I need to be at least a little social. That means figuring out a better balance in this three-way seesaw of mine... if there is such a balance to be found.
I was thinking, "well, this is what happens when you break your own rules -- if you don't stop doing too much, you run out of spoons." And, to be honest, I have been doing more than I probably should... Maker Faire was tiring, and while I thoroughly enjoyed my time with
mactavish yesterday, it was time on my feet after a morning spent picking veggies for the Market Garden. I was aware that I was running a little low when I washed my car yesterday evening, but not horribly so... postponing it would have meant breaking a promise to Gwen, and while I suspect she wouldn't hold a grudge (she's been surprisingly patient lately), I detest breaking promises made to animate objects -- it's like breaking promises made to animals. They'll forgive you, but they won't understand.I felt fine last night. I went to bed at a reasonable hour. All I can figure is that a normally spoon-positive activity (namely, sleeping) turned out negative instead... I can't predict that. If I had stayed home yesterday afternoon and done homework, I would have been a bit better off, but I strongly suspect I wouldn't have made it through today anyway.
This is the roughest time I've had with my health in quite a while. Unfortunately, there isn't a lot more I can trim from my commitments -- I'll call Cami and tell her I can do the buckskin survey either tomorrow or Friday, not both, and she gets to choose which... but the only other thing on the table is Baycon, which I refuse to entirely miss. Besides, it's not as simple as "I need to reserve my energy for school", because I'm sufficiently burned out that I'll go crazy, and stress is exhausting by itself. I need to be at least a little social. That means figuring out a better balance in this three-way seesaw of mine... if there is such a balance to be found.
