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On weekends, I feel completely drained. I don't understand what "rest" means, I don't know how to relax, and I can't remember the last time I felt rested.

This year, I've had way too much work, and if I had the chance to drop everything, I would.

I can't wake up. I can't fall asleep. I'm just tired, and I don't understand how to recover. I went on vacation. Honestly, for the first third of it, I was still closing out tasks; the remaining two thirds, I just walked outside for two hours a day and sat at home. I didn't have the energy for anything else.

I've always been a curious person, but now, nothing interests me. It's not just that I don't read or watch long movies anymore—I've even stopped watching YouTube videos. My "rest" is just procrastination in front of the computer. Jumping from tab to tab. Browsing some pointless stuff in online stores.

I'm sure this is a common problem, and surely someone has figured it out. What do you think?

How can I feel rested again?

I had my blood work done—everything is normal. Sleep does affect how I feel, but it doesn't solve the problem.

Is this really how everyone lives? Work during the day, and in the evenings and on weekends, you just lie around exhausted. How is this any better than slavery?

On weekends, I feel completely drained. I don't understand what "rest" means, I don't know how to relax, and I can't remember the last time I felt rested.

This year, I've had way too much work, and if I had the chance to drop everything, I would.

I can't wake up. I can't fall asleep. I'm just tired, and I don't understand how to recover. I went on vacation. Honestly, for the first third of it, I was still closing out tasks; the remaining two thirds, I just walked outside for two hours a day and sat at home. I didn't have the energy for anything else.

I've always been a curious person, but now, nothing interests me. It's not just that I don't read or watch long movies anymore—I've even stopped watching YouTube videos. My "rest" is just procrastination in front of the computer. Jumping from tab to tab. Browsing some pointless stuff in online stores.

I'm sure this is a common problem, and surely someone has figured it out. What do you think?

How can I feel rested again?

I had my blood work done—everything is normal. Sleep does affect how I feel, but it doesn't solve the problem.

Is this really how everyone lives? Work during the day, and in the evenings and on weekends, you just lie around exhausted. How is this any better than slavery?

Hey everyone, I've got this dumb problem that's been driving me crazy for a while. It's like my perception of time or routine is just broken, or something.

I schedule all my tasks in Google Calendar and roughly block out the time each one will take. Every day I have a bunch of tasks, big and small—stuff for work, household chores, for study and so on.

For example i planned next Saturday and Sunday:

On Saturday, I need to attend a study meeting, go to the doctor for a routine check-up, and knock out a bunch of little errands along the way and in between.

On Sunday, I’m expecting a wardrobe delivery, need to assemble it, do a quick clean-up afterward, and again, knock out a bunch of little tasks that don’t take much time or energy, but just HAVE to get done.

But for some reason, doing all this makes me feel like a slave to my calendar. I’m just doing normal stuff from a to-do list, yet it feels like my day isn't even my own.

Things feel a lot better when I have a daily to-do list but no strict time slots. There’s less psychological resistance, and everything feels fine because I'm not micromanaging myself.

Anyway, how do I trick my "monke brain" into not rebelling?

Marie Kondo totally sold me on the idea of throwing out stuff I didn't need with her book. Things I’d been too scared to throw away for the last five years, I tossed out the very next day after reading it. In total, it was about four bags of junk. Now I can throw things away with ease.

Maybe you guys have a similar "magic quote" or mindset shift that could shatter this illusion for me.

And yeah, I’m typing this late at night when I should be asleep. Procrastinating at the expense of sleep, again cuz I didn’t live the day I wanted

Hey everyone, I've got this dumb problem that's been driving me crazy for a while. It's like my perception of time or routine is just broken, or something.

I schedule all my tasks in Google Calendar and roughly block out the time each one will take. Every day I have a bunch of tasks, big and small—stuff for work, household chores, for study and so on.

For example i planned next Saturday and Sunday:

On Saturday, I need to attend a study meeting, go to the doctor for a routine check-up, and knock out a bunch of little errands along the way and in between.

On Sunday, I’m expecting a wardrobe delivery, need to assemble it, do a quick clean-up afterward, and again, knock out a bunch of little tasks that don’t take much time or energy, but just HAVE to get done.

But for some reason, doing all this makes me feel like a slave to my calendar. I’m just doing normal stuff from a to-do list, yet it feels like my day isn't even my own.

Things feel a lot better when I have a daily to-do list but no strict time slots. There’s less psychological resistance, and everything feels fine because I'm not micromanaging myself.

Anyway, how do I trick my "monke brain" into not rebelling?

Marie Kondo totally sold me on the idea of throwing out stuff I didn't need with her book. Things I’d been too scared to throw away for the last five years, I tossed out the very next day after reading it. In total, it was about four bags of junk. Now I can throw things away with ease.

Maybe you guys have a similar "magic quote" or insight that could shatter this illusion for me.

And yeah, I’m typing this late at night when I should be asleep. Procrastinating at the expense of sleep, again cuz I didn’t live the day I wanted

why does everything in this world have a limit?

why is there a limit to high and low temperatures, a limit to speed, and so on?

when I was a child, it seemed to me that there shouldn’t be an upper bound to anything.

for example, temperature. I thought that, purely theoretically, any object could be heated indefinitely, to any temperature.

as if the very existence of clear boundaries makes me question the reality of the world.