Ice packs on my back. Alternating hot and cold. Stretched out in bed wishing I was being productive instead.
Something inside of me snapped, pulled, hurt, reminding me to surrender.
And so my husband carried the laundry baskets, the trash can and followed me around like a worried servant.
What can I do? What else can I do? Lie down. Stop. Do nothing.
I can’t. I am overwhelmed. I have too too much to do and there is not enough of me to go around.
Karen, Love, you have got to learn to stop and let go. You make urgency where there is none. So what? So what if you don’t show up? You can reschedule clients, be late, miss meetings. The world will not end.
Oh, but I care too much. There is so much to do and no one but me to do it.
You don’t owe anybody anything. YOU must be your first priority. Every one else, every thing else must wait. You have got to learn two very important words. Repeat after me: fuck it ! Try it, say it, fuck it! Keep saying it until you get it right.
Zen saying: There is so much to do, I must go very slow.