I’m a doer by nature. I go, go, go.
But I’ve learned to slow down. I’ve learned when I’m close to doing too much.
Except apparently when I’m doing something I enjoy.
I work a lot because I love what I do. It feeds my soul.
Which can make it hard to know when I’ve crossed the line from soul nourishing to soul sucking.
This week I hit that wall. It still didn’t feel like normal stress or burn out.
It felt like mild anxiety. Scattered and uneasy. Analysis paralysis. Like I was out of my body. And tired, despite good sleep.
And it wasn’t until I said it out loud that I really heard it. I’m tired. Not sleepy, my soul is tired. It needs rest.
I planned to use the space opened up this week from canceling Thanksgiving plans to catch up on some things, but I think instead I’ll read.
And do some yoga.
And get outside.
And rest.