March 25, 2021•123 words
I am super tired right now. Mentally, physically, even emotionally exhausted.
I cycled 50 kilometers this week. Read two books (551 pages, in total). Wrote 2512 words, excluding instant messages. Worked on numerous notes, research projects. Attended 11 hours of meetings and lectures. And I even had time to meet up with a friend.
I am fucking exhausted. Every part of my body is screaming for some rest.
But I'm feeling really good, too. All this exhaustion, all this tiredness, is just a byproduct of my work. It's a sign that I've done something. Whether good or bad - it's not for me to judge. But it's there. Another week of work, of progress?
Tired means progress.
I don't mind being tired.