because settling down is a whole new adventure
Last year the stress of the previous 5 years caught up with me.
I kind of fell apart.
Not that you’d have known it to look at me. I still looked like a professional.
But inside, I was always anxious. Always discombobulated.
Husband saw the shift in me too.
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There are some things we just know about ourselves.
For example, I know that I will never eat haggis. I don’t have to think about it; I just know that I’ll pass on the sheep’s organs 100% of the time.
I also know that I’m highly sensitive. It took years of feeling like the piece that didn’t quite fit before I learned that there’s a name for people like me… erm… highly sensitive person… and that it’s an actual trait and not some personality flaw. (Resist the urge to comment, Husband.)
Read moreI took today as a sick day from work.
[Whispers]: I’m not sick.
So often, we take a sick day when we are already sick and depleted and rundown. After enduring weeks and weeks of stress and mental overload, we finally admit defeat and take a day. And usually, at least in my case and that of my mama friends, that ‘sick’ day is used to tackle the ever-multiplying items on the to-do list. I don’t rest. I don’t address my depletion or rundown-ness. Instead, I fill that precious string of hours with all the chores and tasks I can think of, in hopes of clearing that giant list, even if only for a moment.
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