This isn’t an original sentiment.
That’s for a reason – there’s a lot of wisdom here.
And I’m writing about this now because I got a fresh reminder of it. The last few days, I’ve felt off my game. Tired, unfocused, slow.
I’ve still been getting things done, but nowhere near as much as I would like.
I just thought it was a lot of hard work catching up with me. These curious emails you get daily aren’t the only thing I have going on. There’s a lot more writing – thousands of words more – plus I’m designing some things that’ll wrinkle your socks.
Between that, my gym training, too little sleep (I know, I know, I should be better about that) and plenty of social events, I’ve been running myself a bit thin.
But when I went to the gym today, I knew it was something more.
Five minutes in and I could barely breathe. Ten minutes and I thought my head was going to burst into flame.
I stuck with my full routine, even if I dialled back the intensity. It’s time to take a short break, though. I might be coming down with something or it’s my body’s way of telling me to cool it.
Fair enough – I’ll listen.
And if I hadn’t gone to the gym, pushed myself to my limits and found the cracks in my armour, I wouldn’t have heard it.
Failure is good because how you fail is instructive. In my case, I couldn’t summon my usual physical power because my body needed it. Good to know.
Better to be aware of that than to stumble through, operating at 60% and not knowing why.
The cracks tell you where the weak points are and what needs patching.
Bless the cracks. No one else will give you such clear and useful information.
It does mean some of my content might be late. I’ll do my best to keep the material flowing though.
In the meantime, you can get your eyes on this: