This month, I’ve been working hard to get 7-9 hours of sleep each night. That’s meant not doing work or TV until midnight. It’s meant reordering my days and even being more consistent in exercising.
One unexpected twist: I’m so peaceful it freaks me out.
I’ve long known I’ve been motivated by stress and deadlines. What I guess I didn’t realize is how “normal” that low grade stress had become.
So now I’m finding myself having to press in to this new sense of calm rather than self-sabotaging it and getting stressed.
Stressing about not being stressed? Yeah, I know I’m odd.