Today was a good day.  I got up early and went into work early (C was unwell, so I left him asleep).  I churned through a heap of stuff, had two successful meetings with my manager, managed my anxiety really well, and generally was on top of my form physically, mentally, emotionally, workwise – every possible way.

I can’t remember the last day I had which was so good.  Probably back when I was at uni, which is about eight years ago now.  Since then, I’ve either been mentally sub-par, or not had work which I find challenging and interesting when I was functioning well (my short time as a policy officer comes to mind).  I’m not sure whether to feel glad or sad.  Glad, obviously, because today I really was on top of my game; sad, because once a decade isn’t enough to get me through the tough times, either qualitatively or quantitatively.