My tired is tired

Praise,

I am tired.

Better put, my tired is tired.

Few hours after I sent you #30, I intended to sleep—an intention interrupted by another, one borne out of motherly love. "Why is your video off?", she said looking frantically at her screen, "I can't see you nah"

"Hi mum!", I replied grudgingly turning back my video on. My glasses were off and my eyes tired. I had not slept since 2AM—not my fault that some weird ass rain woke me up that early and binging Chimamanda ensured I stayed up till 4AM.

"Pèlé, sorry I disturbed your sleep", I heard her say as I grumbled in exhaustion. I had not even slept yet, and it was almost 11AM. I had to prepare for a strategy workshop ahead of 12PM. Dragging myself out of bed or checking my GTBank balance for an update on my complaint, I do not know which was more disappointing.

A few hours before this, I had just hit 15% of the total work I was doing—my Slack HQ. It's more complex than I thought, like everything I don't write down. Remember the letter on note taking?

No? It's simple. Stop trusting your brain, take notes.

The upgrade to my new HQ however allows me to be accountable to my client. My values say teamwork and transparency, my HQ exemplifies it. I shared a screenshot of one page out of a possible 123 pages for the HQ basic skeleton and everyone seemed excited.

Sigh.

I just ordered food for the day.

Don't blame me! I don't what's wrong with me. I just didn't feel hungry, until now. I'm ravishing! I did one out of 4 tasks today—keeping the others for the next sprint.

I'm really looking to finish the Notion template today and jump on a brand identity project for a fashion startup firm close to my heart, and I am thinking of how to checkout my Taeillo cart.

Sigh.

How'd your day go? Better than mine I hope!

Tell me.

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