After months off track, I hit a frustration point over the weekend. By Saturday night I was utterly run down, and we went to bed around 9am. The next morning, I still felt terrible. It could have been food poisoning, or it could have been a cumulative load of stress and crud that maxed me out. I wouldn’t call it “rock bottom” but it was a floor of sorts, and it prompted a change. Continue reading “Rebooting”