A week ago, Jenna touched upon the concept of rest – how much it’s needed and what it means. I read her post, agreed, and continued to pound myself into the ground.
I took things too hard this week. I tried taking on too many stories at work, and my brain got fried. I worked out every day, and played a double-header softball game on Wednesday. My family came to town. We said goodbye to a coworker. There were dinners and outings and lots of chatter.
On top of that, it was the week my brain had to decide to pull out the ole question it does every few years: Am I living the life I want? Am I doing all I want to do? I spent evenings talking with -M (my boyfriend) about what I wanted from this life, what I needed to do to achieve more of those goals, and how I can stay happy with my present.
It was exhausting.
And here it is, finally the weekend. My Saturday is fairly busy but with things I’ll enjoy. A longer Hip Hop class. A family barbecue. And time with -M, since he’s in town. I’m hoping for a peaceful Sunday. I’m hoping for time to just relax and be still with my heart and my head.
Because you have to make that time for yourself to know where you’re going. To ease your little heart and those wild thoughts. To remember that today is okay, and tomorrow will be, too. That all the hard work is worth it. That life will move on with you smoothly. Perhaps a rock is thrown here or there, but you’ll move past that.
This is what makes the Nine to Five Balance so hard. That burning need to fit everything in. The idea that you’re never quite making it somehow. True balance comes into play during this time. How will you fit in what you want – and be good to yourself?
That’s what I’m focusing on this weekend. Being good to me.