Monday musings
My college friends and I were joking in our group text this weekend about how much we miss the younger days of partying where we could eat and drink what we want for how long we wanted. The days of being out at a beach with your friends and some beers, and nothing to do is something we were all reminiscing about.
However, at this point, I’d wager that almost equally as great to that freedom may be just be waking up feeling refreshed and amazing. This morning I woke up a rested man and popped out of bed. I got a 92% sleep score which is the best in recent memory. My sleep debt was reduced to basically 0 for the first time in weeks.
I went on a medium strain run that Whoop suggested before work, and I’m writing this feeling spritely at 11:30am and excited for the day ahead. If I could only replicate this feeling every day, life would be a lot better. The big question is what’s preventing me from getting there which unfortunately is a bit more complicated.
Behind this great Monday was a nice lowkey weekend with the family. We did our best not to overstrain ourselves and spent most of the time simply within the neighborhood with Colin. On Friday, we went out to an early and quick dinner with Colin that was magical as he was a champ throughout the evening.
On Saturday, we played basketball in the park in the morning and then went to a music class at Fort Greene park. Then we let him run around until he was exhausted at the Park Slope block party. We stayed on brand and on Sunday, we spent most of the day at parks or around our building just letting Colin play.
It was a largely boring weekend for Sophia and I, but the reality is that in order to feel good and get that rest that I need, our lives need to be more boring. That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun or go out and do things for ourselves. But it’s becoming more obvious to me that overdoing things has been Sophia and my achilles heel.
Another benefit of trying to slow down… I’m starting to learn that playing with my son is getting a lot of more as he gets closer to 2 years old. He’s starting to understand me more and more, and it’s getting easier to play with him. Playing with him doesn’t mean just watching him play with his toys anymore. I’m really loving this phase and spending time with him as much as possible.