At some point yesterday, between waking up feeling ‘meh’, and blaming it on allergies, and finishing my project-kickoff meeting with Chef Lilly, a sickness descended on my body. I didn’t really feel it until the excitement of the meeting wore off and I was able to relax a bit, but I could no longer blame it on allergies: I had a full-blown head-cold.
It became clear that I needed to rest. I’d had about 5 hours of sleep the night before (my own stupidity), but I had hoped to work productively through the afternoon and finish the evening with drinks with friends. My body had other plans.
I suck at the practice of resting.
So, I went home to rest. But here’s the problem:
I suck at the practice of resting.
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