Here I am on a mini break abroad, first in 8 months, with a food poisoning in bed on a glorious day, instead of sightseeing (can’t be helped). Equally, can’t be helped a tonne of other things and projects waiting for me at home. Some are self-imposed, some are just life. I was raised “the achiever” like rest is indulgence, with little praise but lots of expectations and got worse over years myself.
I feel dreadful, and just do not want to get out of this bed. I feel like I just want to dissolve and note face any of my life. But realistically, I need to make some rules for life to slow down and make better choices. So far, I have made two - 10 pm bed time and never, ever, ever again eat free nuts / snacks served with drinks (that is after eating them on auto pilot and then puking them back).