Driving home one evening from an afternoon of swimming and barbecuing with friends, I turned to look in the backseat at my tanned-skinned tuckered-out kids, and with a full heart told my husband, “Summer is what life is all about.”
Growing up surrounded my educators, summer was lathered with reasons to be happy. No schedules. No alarm clocks. No rushing. No shoes? No problem.
It’s midweek and you’re back into the perpetual grind. Eating lunch while working, scrolling through emails and spending a large chunk of time attending to them, sitting in meetings jockeying for floor time, traveling to on-site work, getting exercise in when possible, and then rushing home to spend some time with your family.
It’s the rat race. Rush around. Squeeze as much into a day as possible. Maybe you’re running a bit behind or rushing to keep up.
Either way, stress begins to creep in. What do you do? (more…)
I used to compromise my time, energy and emotional wellbeing on anyone in my world who vocalized they were in need. I feel deeply. I want to understand others. And I believed I could be the answer, or at the very least provide the answer, for everyone who needed saving.
Thankfully I quit.
At first it felt selfish to not take on the burdens of others and self-preserve, but over time I’ve learned that for the benefit of myself and those I do life with, it’s essential to create a win-win or just step away from the game. (more…)
My blood pressure was 144 over 95. I felt anxious. I have a knack for appearing composed, but my heart always rats me out.
I was in and out of outpatient care in 90 minutes for a three-minute procedure that required fasting the day before. Only clear liquids for 24 hours and then nothing the morning of. Fasting aided in mental preparation for the experience because I planned to opt out of anesthesia.