I had an imagery of myself on the treadmill. Ever since the launch of the Free Ebook on depression a month ago, I had been in non-stop motion.
My friend trains for Ironman competitions and his exercising on the treadmill would be for his physical fitness. I, on the contrary, felt as if an invisible chain bounded me to the treadmill, and if I did not keep moving, I would trip over myself and perish.
I feel drained. I would like to sleep and forget about it all – have no need to consider what my daughter would eat for lunch or chase so-and-so for a meeting. I am so tired.
I have time, yet no energy. My forehead is tense, and my shoulders scrunched up.
What am I running after again?
Time to slow down. I do too much. But that is also who I am…
I do not plan to change that, just to be more aware of this fact and to manage my energy… Somehow…