An Extraordinary Motivational Crisis
I am a perfectionist. I do not know my limits. I push and push until there's nothing left to push, and then I push a little more. And want a little confession? I worry that I have no idea what I'm doing about 95 percent of the time. And another confession? I'm fucking exhausted. A few months ago I wrote about the myth of work/life balance , and I've had so many people ask me about it. I've been asked repeatedly how or if I've achieved that balance. I've said some stuff that sounds good like I have to find time to myself and time to exercise and time to unwind...blah, blah, blah. Do you want to know what's actually happened? I've decided that I have to give up something, and the thing that I've chosen is running. And exercise. And it's not sustainable. A decade ago I would've been motivated to exercise at 8:30 p.m. to help rectify this problem. My motivation was off the charts back then. Tonight I'm typing a blog and drinking a glass