I drove all the way to class tonight. I parked, got out of the car, opened the back door, and reached for my duffel bag. I stood there a minute, breathing in the dark air. Then I closed the door, got back in the driver’s seat, and drove home.
I didn’t get a lot of sleep over the weekend. I was at the office until 4am Sunday night, and unlike my younger self, am not bouncing back quickly from such a disturbance in my sleeping pattern. I really wanted to go to class — weapons and tai chi, what’s not to love? But as I stood there, I could feel the exhaustion in every part of my body.
So I tried to listen to my body, tried to put its needs ahead of mine for a change. Hell, it deserves a break after what I did to it over the weekend. (Don’t get me started on all the crap I ate!) But there’s such a fine line between listening to one’s body and making excuses. Which was it, really? Was I just being lazy, or was I experiencing a rare moment of wisdom?
You guys must have these moments, too. When are we pushing too hard, and when aren’t we pushing hard enough? How do we tell the difference?
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