GCLS – Day 0

I feel as though I need to apologize for not posting yesterday, but once again I am reminding myself perfection is not required.

The night before last I stayed up way too late watching the last few episodes of a series I’d been watching. There was no reason I had to finish the series that night. It wasn’t as if they were removing it from the platform and I wouldn’t have access to it, but my brain said, “it’s only a few more episodes, it won’t be that late.”

It’s not as if there was anything particularly special about the show… just another BBC crime drama, though one with some humor and an ironic twist. (Britbox–Shakespeare and Hathaway)

The point is that I do this all the time, with shows and books both. It’s a compulsion to finish that disregards my need for sleep. I can’t seem to help myself, which is irony of its own because, with so many other things in my life, I struggle to finish projects I’ve started.

Why can’t I stop myself with some things but struggle to not stop with others? You’d think after 55 years I’d have a handle on this, but the truth is I’ve never done any work around this issue. Maybe I’ll ask my therapist about it someday.

In the meantime, I just keep waking up late and end up sacrificing something–sleep, blog, etc. to make sure I start work on time, so I don’t have to take leave because my leave is precious, and the balance is already way too low.

This is the reason I am working a half day today instead of enjoying a full day to prepare for the start of my convention.

Not that I have to do much: drive home, drop off stuff, pack, drive to hotel, valet park ($50), lug my luggage while I register for the conference, attend a session that a new writer friend is on a panel for, check into my hotel room, drop off my luggage, go feed the dogs and love on them one last time, leave my car and catch a ride back to the hotel with my wonderful friend who happens to work for Uber, attend the welcome social gathering, then fall face first into bed exhausted.

Should be fun.