Hangover days are allowed.
Lazy days of pretty much any variety in fact, should be celebrated. People forget how important it is to allow yourself the time to recuperate and nurture yourself. Often, you get that guilty feeling when you don't "do enough" on one of these days.
Whether it be a hangover from a particularly intense workout the previous day, or a hangover from a killer week of studying, or just your good old-fashioned hangover after a really good night out -- let yourself have it. You need it. Hell, you deserve it. There's always tomorrow to get shit done.
Personally, I am guilty of the common alcohangover today. To be fair on myself, I did complete a nine-hour work shift this morning. To be slightly more honest, that shift was completed from my bed. But hey! At least I woke up?
Last night was the leaving party for a friend of mine, who has been in my company since before I started. It was bittersweet -- he's off to do a master's, so we're all happy for him, too -- but made for rather an excellent night at the pub with the office. I'm mentioning this because this is actually something that I'm quite proud of myself for having attended.
I'm not the best at showing up for things. Normally, I will rely on one or two safety-blanket friends, and if they're not going, I won't either. It's pretty stupid and always makes me feel terrible; like I'm fourteen again and afraid to hang out with the cool kids or something. It's one of those things that I'm trying to overcome. One of those improvement points.
I was out at the pub from half seven until one in the morning, chatting and laughing with people that I don't normally talk to enough, so I would call that a pretty big win. Particularly considering the fact that I wasn't even sure who would be there until I actually showed up -- that is very rare for me, and I'm feeling really positive about it.
The people in my workplace are genuine and cool and generally good people. I've known this for a while. Hell, I've been working there for over a year now. It's just a matter of trusting that I can go out and have a good time with people I don't know intimately, and that I won't be rejected.
Trusting that, doing that, watching myself socialise... it felt really good. It felt like I can do this, and that it's not as scary as I thought it would be.
And hey -- if that's not worth a bit of a hangover today, then I honestly don't know what is. :-)