It’s happened again. Busyness, pouring out, showing up, all work and no play — and bam , I’m burnt out. Nothing left to give. Despite my outgoing nature, I need to retreat. Phase one: do my nails. Phase two: an expensive trip to Marshalls. Phase three: excuse myself from some normal engagements. Phase four: tell my hubby I need a day out in nature with him. Quite frankly, I’m sick of myself. My workouts have decreased. My career demands that my phone always be by my side, and unfortunately, I’ve turned to social media far too much. Now that I work from home, I’m beginning to feel in a slump in my own space. My haven is muddied by my workday. All of these things combined have me looking at what needs to change. I need to lose weight. I need a new house with a legitimate separate office. I need more business prospects. My hair is thinning, and time is slipping. Gratitude fades, and desire screams. To make matters worse I feel terrible for complaining. So much of my life is th...
Learning to love God, others, and self from a healthier place of attachment and security.