Recharge

Hi, everybody.

I hope your weekend went well!

I just started this email off like a blog–somewhat suitable since the work week starts all over again tomorrow. Speaking of starting all over again, it’s that time in my weekend where I try to “recharge”. What does recharging mean to me? Shit, still trying to figure that out. I’d love an ice bath, a large glass of ice water, and soundscapes. That sounds somewhat perfect. But instead I’ll settle for dog pets, ice water, and playing volleyball with a lack of effort in about three hours.

I do need to rest. However, there’s no time. Once I get back from volleyball, I need to prospect for the work week.

Where the hell does time go?

Why does it always feel like I’m chasing something?

Recharging is important, but it’s more important to understand what it takes for you to recharge. I’m still trying to figure that out. Once I do, I’ll clue you in. If you have some advice, feel free to comment away! Time for a shower. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.