Nights, weekends, and midlife crisis
I think I figured my binge eating before going to sleep. It's like joining a circus at 50 or finishing the bottle of liquor before saying goodbye to your friends. And it's again about metrics . Or, to be precise, about caring about the metrics too much. It's been such a wonderful day. It started with such a perfect weather. I had such a great intentions. I was going to make it the best day ever, I was going to beat the record, to stand out, to show them all... But guess what... I messed up. It did not work exactly the way I planned. I did not set the new standard of awesomeness. Moreover, now I have to acknowledge it and stamp it on today's date - forever! Go to sleep, turn the page, accept the disconnect between the vision and reality. And it's hard. It's scary. And you want to squeeze something else in, to change something, or maybe to alter your perception. I think the Jewish approach to counting days is a remedy for this problem. If your day starts with