Wow. I just lost a whole day, one that ironically I'd planned to be super productive. I slept for 11 hours last night, had breakfast in bed, read for about an hour then dropped off again and napped for a further 5 hours. My body seems to have gone into catch up mode combined with seasonal hibernation. I obviously needed it.
I guess at the end of self-protection week it serves as a timely reminder to be kind to myself and recharge the batteries once in a while. I'm so used to coasting by on 2 or 3 hours a day with my insomnia that I forget it's normal to need more rest every now and then, especially this time of year when the cold dark nights are drawing in.
I'm now sitting here after 10pm with a pile of missed calls, texts, emails, 5 unchecked items on my to-do list and a target of 12,000 words between 3 different tasks I'd intended to complete today. I'm not going to do any of it, it can all wait until tomorrow. Right now I'm going to make a pot of tea, head back to bed and read Week 11's chapter of The Artist's Way, then hopefully get another full night's sleep.
Unashamedly putting myself first and not worrying one bit.