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?
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.