The slow part of my day — when there isn’t any wind in my sails — is usually between 2:30 and 4:30. With lunch eaten and afternoon work piling up, time seems to slow down. Minutes take what feels like hours to pass. Thoughts seem to slow down with the time and energy takes a massive dip. For me, the choice it always comes down to seems to be between coffee and a nap.
For a long time, coffee usually won. That’s because of an abiding love of coffee, of course, but it’s also because I used to be a terrible napper. In fact, it wouldn’t be much of an overstatement to say that I actually hated naps. Instead of refreshing breaks, they felt more like terrible miniature comas that I would awake from even more drained and grumpy than before. And they almost always lasted much longer than I expected, so