Do you ever get so tired that you think you might just drop dead? And then you’re embarrassed that you’re being such a ridiculous drama queen, except that one of your parents actually did drop dead at a young age, so you have that fear embedded in your psyche?
And you know what you’re supposed to do for self-care, but you just don’t have time to do it because your schedule is so stupid that it’s a big special deal to do something like cook a meal, and by the way, your eating is totally out of control because you’re indulging yourself out of tiredness and the irrational sense that eating whatever you want will make you feel better (a cockamamie approach to self-care)?
And you got a massage so you have no reason to complain and you are doing what you love so you really do feel grateful, but you just feel so disconnected because you haven’t even put away laundry from two weeks ago, let alone had silent time to reflect, feel, pray, dream, call a pal?
I just wanted to say that it’s not just you, honey.
We all have those times.
And as it says in the good book, this too shall pass.