Some days we’re not just trudging toward bedtime

I’ve started to rest instead of push through. I don’t know if it’s my age (a “young 39,” as someone said to me yesterday??) , hormones, or something else, but my body doesn’t do things just because my mind tells it to anymore. My body is in revolt against my hyperactive mind. I’ve heard the “oxygen mask” analogy dozens of times and I’ve written about it myself. “Put on your mask before assisting others.” Also, its cousin: “You can’t pour from an empty cup.” It sounded reasonable. I just didn’t really believe it. Denying myself rest felt like a deeply personal decision, one that didn’t seem to me like it had to affect those around me one way or the other. As long as I kept showing up, it shouldn’t matter to them how I actually felt. Then, Monday night happened. …

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