It takes courage to admit we can’t. It takes courage to do what we know we need to do to heal while the world around us tries to suck us back into the busyness.
Well, friends, last week I stepped on to a moving treadmill that I thought wasn’t moving. A flip, smack, and thud later, I landed. Hard.
Result? Concussion. Doctor said I need to rest. Not think. Not on the computer.
“Forced retreat” as one friend called it. I realize I’m addicted to my iPhone. Talk about withdrawal!
So here I am practicing “retreat” in my everyday life with two kiddos, mounds of laundry, clients to serve, birthday parties, and smelly bathrooms.
Resting. Receiving. Recognizing I can’t and shouldn’t do it. None of it. Friends and neighbors and family have stepped in. I literally sat the whole time at my son’s Harry Potter birthday party- our community of fam n friends did everything while Brian led 23 kiddos through Hogwarts and potion class and quidditch practice. Feeling totally raw and vulnerable, but surrendering to receiving.
That’s hard for a giver. Many of us spend our days in service mode, all about caring for others. But this is what I preach and this is what I’m getting a chance to practice: caring for self IS caring for others.
So this mama is offline for a few weeks. Receiving. Resting. Renewing.
Sweet love to all of you.