There were tears, guys. Straight up tears. That came in waves. For several days. Woof.
I could write multiple entries about what I learned this weekend (Sadie is the real deal, kids. The real freaking deal.), but one message that stuck out was the need to honor yourself.
Real talk: how often do you take time out of your day - week - month - year to do something 100% for you? I was feeling pretty dang good knowing that I carve out an hour a week to write. Then Sadie had to go and say that she writes an hour a day and highly recommends that we all do the same. Well shoot.
Immediately all of the excuses popped up - Well, I work full time. And I help with my husband's business. And I'm preparing for teacher training. And I have to take care of my family. And I have to meet with my friends. And I have to keep up with my hedgehog's Instagram (ridiculous, right?). And I have to clean. And I have to....
We wear our busyness like a badge, like our busyness would somehow impress the rest of the world, or impress ourselves. How many of us go to bed with a sense of accomplishment because we checked a lot of things off our task list or someone told us how "great" we were, or we "helped" others? What if we walked off stage altogether and put God there instead. Maybe then we could go to sleep at night, not with a sense of accomplishments but with a sense of wonder, because all day we had been an attentive audience to divine play.
- Deborah Adele
Sadie said several times throughout the day, "I take care of myself, so I can take care of you."
Before labeling it as selfish, think about it. How can we truly give of ourselves if we have nothing left to give? If we are at the end of the rope, we can't throw a lifeline because there isn't any rope left.
Sadie so perfectly addressed the question everyone was thinking, "But if we do take this time for ourselves, who will do [insert task here]?"
The answer: someone. Someone will do it. Or they won't. The world will, in fact, continue spinning. Not all of the laundry will get done. You may not answer an email before 5PM. But you - the most important piece of the puzzle - YOU - will be okay and maybe even thrive. Everyone and everything else will adjust.
In this lifetime, being busy equates to success and accomplishment. I have been buried so far under "busy" that I felt like I was suffocating. To this day, I still get trapped in the space. It's scary, it's lonely and it is exhausting.
And I'm done with it.
Here's to more of me. And here's to plenty more of you.