I have been soo busy. Unable to extricate myself (I think) from all the duties of life, marriage, work and school. Running with the proverbial headless chickens. Dealing with the approaching birthday of my brother who died two years ago and struggling to be a shoulder for other friends, who also are fighting the demons of grief/loss/betrayal in the midst of all the Poinsettias and Holiday lights.
My eldest daughter, Monica and her hubby, Fabian celebrated their 13th wedding anniversary and asked if they could get away from it all at our small lake cottage. Of course, I said yes, and they were off to Winona, Texas, about 90 minutes outside of Dallas.
Now, we have had this cottage for two years. I purchased it because I yearned for a place of solitude by the water, away from all the traffic, noise constant television chatter. (the cottage does not have cable or internet service). But, I have spent very little time there as much as I have wanted to. Wait, wanted too? I have wanted to relax, but, didn’t. I have wanted to take time to refresh these old neurons, but, chose instead to teeter on the brink of exhaustion and emotional collapse.
Boomer wisdom would remind you and me that time is not limitless. What will happen to those folks at work, if you don’t show up tomorrow? I do believe that they will either advertise for someone to sit at your desk/cubicle or just decide not to fill that position due to all those cost savings. That load of clothes, the dirty dishes, the meetings, the cleaning, it can wait. But, what would happen if today, you found out that you had 30 days to live, what priorities would take center stage?
Boomer gal says to take time to love yourself enough to lavish your tired spirit/soul/body with those things that can provide/promote healing/revitalization/refreshing for you. You deserve a time out. Take it.
Blessings to you all!