Obviously, I'm passionate about helping stroke-survivors, passionate about promoting awareness of stroke and passionate about warning people of the dangers of work-stress.
It's what I do, my USP, my raison d'etre, the thing that keeps me going. But sometimes I have to remind myself of my physical and mental limits; that I too am a stroke-survivor; that having that atom-bomb go off in my head was the worst thing I've ever experienced and I don't want to repeat it.
So there is always a fine line to be trodden between getting out there and promoting myself and looking after myself. This week, on Thursday to be precise, was a fine example. I was up early for a hugely successful networking breakfast, home for an hour to see Mrs Warrior, then off again to a networking event in the afternoon.
The latter was highly worthwhile - meeting people I had only ever seen on social media, listening to a fascinating talk by my good friend Mel Eves, talking to people who really 'got' what I do and why I do it. So much so, in fact, that I was still talking to people over an hour after the meeting ended - on the hottest day of the year so far, with temperatures in the high-70s.
As I've often documented, I would far rather be hot than cold, but heat like that does take its' toll, particularly if you end the afternoon by travelling home in a hot, crowded, steamy train carriage.
I didn't get home until just after 6pm, almost making it a 12-hour working day - exactly the kind of thing I tell others not to do. As I sit here writing this post, at just before 2pm on Sunday, I realise that the effects of those exertions have only just worn off. That's why my consultant, with whom I met last week, tells me that a busy day must always be followed by at least one quiet day. Do I heed his words? Usually not and I always pay the price - a fuzzy head, a tired brain, balance even more uncertain than usual.
Those are the things I live with every day if I push myself too far. It's why I tell people not to push themselves too far, not to find reasons/excuses to do just that little bit more. Because there is always the risk that doing 'just that little bit more' will be the thing that tips your brain over the edge.
I didn't see that; sometimes I still don't. Please take heed of these words and don't let it happen to you.