I’m surrounded by kleenex, hot tea, blankets and books. If I felt well, it could be a refreshing retreat to soak in some studies. Instead I’m trudging my way through a week of not feeling well, day after day. You can only have so much echinecea, airborne, tea and tissues before you start to feel fed up with dragging.
I’m sick of being sick, without the energy to keep walking and keep growing. My body won’t let me do what my hearts want to do.
My old self by nature pushes hard and cannot slow down. My old self wants productivity, drive, determination, order. It is my inner critic that says I need to do more and be more.
It’s as if an invisible clip board hangs over my shoulder, reminding me of the tasks at hand that I seem to have no strength to do anything about.
What I wouldn’t do to have taxes done, filing sorted, and things crossed off my lists. And here I am — I can’t.
I’ve been learning I can’t push so hard. I’ve been learning humanity and limits. I’ve been digging deep into nurture and self care. Isn’t it ironic that I’m now in a week of testing to see if I get it???
Julie, do you understand grace? Are you good to yourself?
I have done a tremendous amount of work to understand what recovery looks like for me. It is a whole new world to factor in my own needs and feelings. It is brand new for me to accept and live into my humanity without always pushing myself for more.
So on weeks like this one, where my body feels heavy in need, I see these two inner worlds collide. My old self pleads to please find productivity (translate: WORTH) somewhere. I need to DO something. Other people are done with their taxes, after all. Why can’t I? I don’t want unfinished things weighing me down.
I am self critical and self defeating. I fret over time and my lack of accomplishment. I want to feel better, and do more, and still be nurturing to my needs. I wish I could have both.
I want to give more of myself to my children. I want to work hard in my home. And I have nothing right now to give. The whole week has had such limited functioning.
I’m grateful for this post. It is bringing my honesty and conflict to the table. It’s showing me my colliding priorities and how I want my new self to rise. It’s a test that I want to come forth with new outcomes.
The same temptations persist. Can I push more, do more, be more — but ultimately hurt myself? Or can I accept that things have to wait? To live with my own sense of disappointment that not everything can get done when I want it to. It’s uncomfortable growth. But I’m hopeful that in the midst of this messy lesson, I’m starting to get it. It’s starting to sink in.