And you have no words left for pleasure
So tired am I, as Yoda might say.
I’ve been teaching English today to advanced-level business English students and we’ve focused, among other things, on salary negotiation.
Since I couldn’t find any ready-made lesson material to use, I spent the morning combing the internet for useful information and then writing a guide to negotiating. (It never ceases to amaze me how quickly you can become an expert on something when you need to.)
I covered the things you should never say, as well as the things you should say but the numerous ways in which you should never say them.
I adapted and paraphrased and summarised. I wrote about 2.5k words.
And then I taught. And then I wrote feedback for the lessons I’d taught.
My brain is fried and I can’t speak properly.
My body feels heavy and lumpen and welded to my chair; hardly surprising, as I’ve been in it for the best part of nine hours. My head feels as though it’s about to fall off my shoulders.
Now I need to go make dinner and be sociable with my family. If I can manage to walk down the stairs without falling and killing myself (which I’m convinced is how I’ll die).
What I haven’t managed to do today is write anything creative or inspiring or funny. And I feel disappointed in myself and like I’m treading water furiously just to stay in the same place.
That’s how it goes some days, I guess. I know I have to cut myself some slack and acknowledge that I’ve worked at earning money today, instead.
But if I could just have one little creative spark of an idea…a small toenail twinkling moment…I would feel so much better...
Here’s to tomorrow. May the force be with me.