cleaning up

I just finished the major work in a Professional Rite of Passage. There's a couple more legs to go, but six months of worry and work is beginning to be behind me now.

I woke up this morning, submitted the materials, and then went back to bed until nearly 11. Eventually I wondered into the bathroom and took a good look in the mirror. Eyebrows ahoy! And hair that hasn't been cut since August, although I did color it sometime back in October. The last time I exercised was the bike ride I wrote about in that last entry. I’ve been bemoaning the weight gain, although I’m not sure how much it really is. My pants are tighter, but they still fit.

I did some things right — paid attention to water intake and kept up my massage appointments. I got a healthy amount of sleep every night. But that’s it. I wonder why it’s so easy to revert to brain-on-a-stick mode when I’m working on projects like this? I did the same thing when I was writing my master’s thesis, and I don’t think anything is gained from it. In fact, some things are lost, because when the body isn’t feeling well the brain can’t work at peak capacity.

After this Rite is finished, I have some time off. And then I begin another major project that will last at least a year, most likely 18 months. I’m determined to teach myself to integrate care of the mind with care of the body, because I can’t spend years like this. I don’t want to be a creaky old woman later, and I certainly don’t want to be one now.