The Fine Art of Self-Destruction in Magical Realism

It’s been a year. Objectively, I am on top of the world. Woman of the year in my sport for the second consecutive year. Was presented with two Guinness world records last weekend. My summer project profiled in the New York Times. Video of one of my swims going viral(ish). Lots of good stuff, more than anyone could/should expect, really.

On the flip side it’s been challenging. I’m so tired all the time and have a hard time doing even basic day-to-day things. This work season was especially brutal with a relentless workload and under-performing support staff and I’ve still not recovered.

I’ve gained weight and feel like crap. I need to lean out and lean in. I need to clean out my email inbox. I need to work out, daily. I need to eat healthier. I need to DRINK LESS. I need to deep clean my apt and get rid of 30% of my possessions. I need to start planning for next season and I just don’t have the gumption yet. The holidays are coming up and I’m just over it all already. Ugh.

I am making myself hit the save button in the hopes that some of you may have inspirational, motivational, or sympathetic thoughts. Because I need them right now.

Last updated February 13, 2019