Most people who have known me for more than two seconds, know that I’m one of those “doers”. Whether it’s my career, a hobby, a new topic I want to explore or some new project I decided I need to conquer, I’m always doing something. I don’t tend to sit still, which can present a pretty significant problem – one that I run into fairly often.
I work hard. I challenge myself. I try to reach new goals. I achieve many of them. But then, I get burnt out and I start to get sick. That’s where I am today: sitting on my couch, drinking tea and trying to nurse myself back to health.
Lately, I’ve been funneling a lot of emotional energy (read: stress) and time into some of my life goals, namely:
- Adopt a dog and train her to provide therapy for my hospice patients
- Lose some weight/get back into shape
- Work on my career goals/network
- Save up for a trip to Italy
- Learn self-defense
- Bake more
While these are all good things to work on, they’re all for naught if I don’t take care of myself. It’s almost as if the Universe is trying to tell me something:
“Pace yourself. Breathe. Slow down. Relax.”
Having a strong work-ethic is a virtue, but so is self-care. Looking to the future is good, but so is living in the moment. Wanting to grow is admirable, but so is appreciating what you have right now. Maybe drinking tea and watching funny videos on YouTube is important and vital to me being able to achieve all of the wonderful things I want to do. Maybe kicking my feet up and doing “nothing” is not only acceptable, but necessary.
Lesson learned, Universe. (for now)
Peace and Love,
P.S. Adorable mini cupcakes coming soon…