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Taking the limit?
So basically sometimes I feel like this:
And sometimes I feel like things will be okay.
I think a lot of the work is in finding and admitting to one's limits... I remember one of my peeps at work complaining last year about how they got so mentally tired from so little work, and how frustrating it was because they knew they used to be able to do more, but now respecting the new limits (always shockingly lower than expected) was really the only possible way forward. Free of the sense of shame they felt, I was like "we can beat this video game!" and I held them to their part-time hours and took them off duties that were too tiring, and sometimes I told them to go home. But I didn't really empathize all the way.
Now, I think I do.
But getting really tired, even reacting badly when pushed too hard by accident, isn't the same as being all the way broken with no hope at all. I think. If I'm willing to say "OK, that was also too much" and slow the fuck down (yes, again), I still think there are levels of challenge at which I can productively work and make progress and get accustomed to things, and eventually level up. Which feels annoying, but more forgivable than, uh, some other things that I sometimes think.
And sometimes I feel like things will be okay.
I think a lot of the work is in finding and admitting to one's limits... I remember one of my peeps at work complaining last year about how they got so mentally tired from so little work, and how frustrating it was because they knew they used to be able to do more, but now respecting the new limits (always shockingly lower than expected) was really the only possible way forward. Free of the sense of shame they felt, I was like "we can beat this video game!" and I held them to their part-time hours and took them off duties that were too tiring, and sometimes I told them to go home. But I didn't really empathize all the way.
Now, I think I do.
But getting really tired, even reacting badly when pushed too hard by accident, isn't the same as being all the way broken with no hope at all. I think. If I'm willing to say "OK, that was also too much" and slow the fuck down (yes, again), I still think there are levels of challenge at which I can productively work and make progress and get accustomed to things, and eventually level up. Which feels annoying, but more forgivable than, uh, some other things that I sometimes think.