A bit of a dysregulated morning for me. I can feel my thoughts slightly jumbled up and I’m being pulled in several directions. It’s 9am and the start of the work day, but I already know it’s going to take some ‘psyching up’ before I get started.
None of this is particularly surprising; it’s a lifelong experience. Except before I had no idea it was happening; now I can recognise when inside it. The dynamic started last night after an upsetting exchange, the evening redeemed through some ‘recreational coding’.
This morning, the residue, whilst much reduced, is still working its way through. The past would see me busily, obsessively, focused on the many items on my TODO list right now – a partly-conscious attempt to process the dysregulation. Writing a perfectly polished post about something moving would have been one of those.
Instead, a better way this morning. Sitting down and just narrating the dysregulation. Giving it voice and forcing nothing. Not unlike the daily journaling that’s become a staple routine. Already I’m feeling much better, and so with that, I wish you the best of days.
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