If I were a car, my “get gas now” light would definitely be on.
I’m finding myself to be in a position where I am mentally and physically drained.
The difference between this time and other times I have found myself at these particular crossroads is attitude. I’m drained. I’m stressed, because it seems like I’m racing around everywhere, but gaining very little ground.
Lynn’s injury and worrying about her hasn’t helped matters any. Chasing around after her as added a level to an already full plate. I may be a bit frustrated with it, but really, it isn’t going to change things. It will heal in it’s own good time, rushing it and wishing it away aren’t going to change a damn thing.
The best thing I can do is take the time I need for me. I can’t run if I’m out of gas. If I don’t stop for fuel, I’m no good to anyone. If I push myself any further I will set myself up for a failure, and quite frankly ending up in hospital is not my idea of a good time, especially at this time of year.
For December, I am honoring my pre-booked commitments and am not taking on anything else so I can refuel and get my mind and body back to where they need to be.
Looking after myself doesn’t mean I’m selfish. It means I’m getting smart enough to read my mind and body, and intervene before things get out of hand so I can be there to help others around me. On the flip side, if backing off and recharging isn’t enough of an intervention to get me back on track I know the hospital is always there as an option. Not a good one, but an option.
Thanks for following along.