MORNING AFTER
Saturday Jan. 20, 2018
The morning after …
Don’t worry – this isn’t a whiney piece about ‘after the binge’ experiences many of us have when over-indulging on food or booze or some ridiculous pursuit of sleep deprivation equivalent to an all-night dance marathon.
No, I’m talking a project, an event.
Surely we’ve all done this, had exhausting experiences, haven’t we?
I recently had one such morning – lots of work, that big event – then exhausted, drained and limpness of ‘the morning after’. Feeling like a soggy noodle (though I’d lost a pound!), I found it interesting to marinate in my own juices a while – to see what there was to learn from that experience. By that I don’t mean doing a post-mortem on the event to assess what went right/wrong, what could improved for next time, but rather ‘what was going on inside for me’.
Fatigue, elation, satisfaction, release – one part physical to two parts emotional. Adrenalin? Surely I was producing some. And now I’m not. That high/rush, that awesome wave we ride, but the thud at the end isn’t a good feeling – just a thud.
My event, compared to many past experiences, was minor. But I’ve never tried to figure out ‘day after’ stuff before. I’m in new territory. I like it because I’m thinking about things I’ve not explored deeply before, that proverbial ‘kicking my butt’ over why I’ve not thought this through so many times before?
Why?
Not sure – perhaps not thinking it important, always being required for next day’s tasks without time to think about it, possibly not looking at it because of what I might learn about myself.
Likely some of each.
