A thousand years ago, before I picked up the rosary again for spiritual purposes, I did some pretty weird things.
I learned how to deal with a condition I called being mind blind. Mind blindness, is getting so stressed and tired that I can’t read a piece of paper. It’s a state of exhaustion so nasty that only a total night’s uninterrupted sleep cures it.
If it helps, think of it this way. You know that H.A.L.T. they talk about in recovery? That don’t get too hungry, angry, lonely or tired? Yep, that’s the one. Then get to that state on sterioids. To the point that coffee ain’t going to touch it with a ten foot pole, that’s another version of mind blind.
I’m avoiding going mind blind today. Yes, I’m still studying the license manual for the state of decomposition that I live in. On the marthon over 200 question tests I’ve been doing, I’m only missing 21 questions. My problem is that I could miss the wrong questions on the shorter real test.
I just don’t want to go there, tbh. I’m lazy. I don’t want to run into a situation that calls for me to have to retake this bugger. But, cramming causes me to go mind blind. Ugh.
So, I’m taking short breaks. I’m listening to upbeat music, and I’m getting rest in between sessions.
Chuckle, someday, this will be worth it right?
Take care all, take breaks, get your brain in gear without going crazy. Hugs, -L
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