myself for having wasted the day. What I also know is true, is that the next day, I will be ridiculously focused and productive, and the cycle is done. This sort of cycle used to send me to my bed.This event doesn't happen regularly, actually, not that often. But often enough that I've had to acknowledge it, live through it, then let it go. For the most part, I can move on from it with one regretful note - on that non-productive day, I eat like there is no tomorrow.
