One of the things I learned in the Managing Your Energy class I took over a month ago was the importance of resting and recovering. The teacher mentioned how the difference between good athletes and top-notch athletes was not how well they played the sport but how quickly they recovered. How much time they needed to rest.

I've always been a Type A. I don't do that well with resting and relaxing. I don't often stop and smell the flowers. I think sleep is over rated. I believe in go-go-go. So much so that when my friends first heard I was moving to San Diego (five years ago), they thought I might go insane and want to come back to New York immediately.

They weren't totally wrong.

But San Diego did wonders for my state of mind. It taught me to relax. It showed me the joys of nature and photography and then, of course, David came. And then I came to Google and life went right back to go-go-go, busy-busy-busy, and now-now-now. Until I took the class.

In the last month, I've been practicing being relaxed. Resting. Doing nothing and not feeling bad about it. Giving myself permission to lie in bed a few more minutes. To let go of that to-do list item. To not reply to that email. To sleep a full eight hours. I feel much better. I still get a lot done and I forgive myself for the rest.

And amazingly, the world doesn't seem to come to an end.