I woke up already behind.
Before my feet even hit the floor, my brain was running through everything I needed to get done that day, and my body wasn't cooperating with any of it. Just sitting up felt like a negotiation I was losing.
I made tea and sat with it, half awake, half dreading the day, and my mind started doing the thing it does on mornings like this: looping on things that felt enormous and weren't actually any of the things that mattered.
Someone had told me my Rippily wave was simple. That one sentence had been sitting on my chest for two days, and on this particular morning it took up more room than it deserved.
I still needed to write back to several people from the expo who'd asked for information, and I had no idea how to even open those emails. Hi? Hey there? Something else?
And where were the notes I'd taken in my meeting with Jane Doe last week? I knew I'd written them down. I had no memory of where.
My tea went cold because I forgot to drink it, and I hauled myself over to my desk anyway, one slipper missing, hair a mess, not at all sure where to begin.
That's one version of that morning. Here's the other one, the one I let myself picture instead.
Same low energy. Same messy hair, same missing slipper. But instead of sitting down at the desk on autopilot, I pictured standing up, getting in the shower, doing a slow round of chair yoga before I touched anything that needed thinking.
A second cup of tea, this time actually drunk warm, looking over my community spaces. And the comment about the wave being simple didn't sting the same way. Of course it was simple. Simple is exactly what a tired brain needs to find its way around. That was never the insult it sounded like.
The emails got one honest question first: would anything actually fall apart if these didn't go out today? No, it turned out. But they were quick, so I wrote them anyway, short and plain, no agonizing over how to open them. Hi works. Hi always works.
The missing notes got a different kind of attention. Instead of tearing my desk apart looking for them, I added one task to my list, high priority, no due date attached: build a note system I can actually find things in on days like this one. Not solved that day. Started that day. That was a low energy task I could actually finish.
That's the whole difference between those two mornings. Not more energy. Not a better mood appearing out of nowhere. Just different decisions, made by actually checking in with where I was instead of where I thought I should be.
That's what I'm building the next workshop around.
Running Your Business on a Low Energy Day
Wednesday, June 24, 3:00–4:00 PM EST
One hour. I keep it to one hour because your time matters and I'm not going to waste an extra minute of it. We'll talk about how to tell the difference between a task that actually needs you today and one that's just loud, how to build decisions that fit the day you're actually having, and what to do instead of hauling yourself to the desk on autopilot.
No matter how your day starts, you can still choose how it goes.
Hope to see you there!
