Sleep of the dead

I was exhausted last night. I ended up going to bed around 7:45. I don’t think I made it to 8, and then I slept until 6 this morning. Clearly I was tired. I have no recollection of Mike coming to bed, I don’t think I woke up at all overnight. I just slept the sleep of the dead. Surprisingly I actually woke up feeling rested this morning. On the rare occasion I sleep that long I wake up feeling like shit. No wonder – I only got a few scant hours on Saturday night into Sunday. I was dead on my feet.

Good thing I slept well last night. Today was the first day since I took this job a year and a half ago that I opened and closed all of my rings on my watch by the time that I left the store. And then, of course, because I’m a glutton for punishment, went to the gym. Run was ok. My calves are really tight so about halfway through I started getting a fair bit of pain. So I slowed the pace, upped the incline, and kept going for the last half. I still pushed myself, but not in a way that was causing me pain. We got one of those massage guns at a White Elephant party at Christmas, so I plan on making good use of that tonight and trying again tomorrow.

I’ve been thinking a lot about jobs and careers and the paths that I want to take. I honestly, really, don’t know. I started doing online coding classes last week, and depending on how that goes that’s a possible career path. There’s also things I could do with my MBA and other education. I honestly just don’t know. For the most part I enjoy what I’m currently doing. But… I feel like I could be doing more. I’ve got a few months to think about it before I’d even think about making a move. I guess I just need to figure out what direction I want my life to head in. But it has to be well paying – I’ve got a buttload of loans to pay off.

That’s it for tonight. Stay safe, friends~

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