There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden or even your bathtub. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
During our lives we care for many. Our children...perhaps our spouses...our parents...their parents...possibly our grandchildren...pets...and the list goes on and on.
During a similar time mid-life I read a poem that spoke volumes to me...the poem...First Fig: by Edna St. Vincent Millay
"My candle burns at both ends...it will not last the night...but oh my foes and oh my friends...it gives a lovely light."
Many of us spread ourselves so thin...burning our candles at "both ends" that all too soon our lovely light is extinguished. We disappear.
Not physically, of course.
No- we are still here. But our light is gone.
We aren't just burnt...we are burnt out. About as much fun to be around as the Battan Death March.
We can't care for anyone...if we refuse to care for ourselves.
In nursing we were alloted so many (paid) Mental Health Days. Encouraged to take a short break every few months to recharge.
Think back to the last time you allowed yourself time to recharge.
Today...take the time to step outside yourself. If you saw a friend or co-worker who was frazzled what advice would you give them?
Think about what you do for everyone else on a daily basis...and try to extend that same level of love, care and support to yourself.
Change your scenery...if you truly can't organize a "getaway" at least treat yourself...gather a few items and lower the lights and take your own spa bath...indulge in a facial or a manicure or a pedicure or massage...paint your toenails...try a new hairstyle...indulge in that chocolate sundae...remember a long lost passion and renew it- whether it be painting or writing or photography or ?
Do something to re-capture the essence of you.
Today!
love and light,
Carla
