Yesterday, I was high on a big fat doobie of accomplishment, a productivity monster crushing every activity with aplomb. Today I woke up to a sick wife and daughter, a migraine of my own, and two sons who had to finish last-minute school projects that rivaled NASAs space shuttle development program in size and scope.
I felt defeated, exhausted, overwhelmed, and wishing for my day back.
When this happens, you can recover in three ways: