In February I am taking the whole month off to rest, recharge and pray. Even just writing that sentence feels radical, like I am at risk of being rejected from a club that I never wanted to be a member of.
The Busy Bee Club. (BBC)
This is the club where all the members rush around feeling stressed and disconnected - over working, over giving, over thinking, over… everything; where all the joy has been sucked out of our lives and we barely have a moment to breathe. Even self-care feels like another box to tick, yet another chore to complete. Gym tick. Walk Tick.
We keep going because we feel that we must (I mean who else will do it?!), and because it’s what we’ve been indoctrinated to do. To ‘just keep swimming’, even though many of us often feel like we’re drowning, (and even that we must do quietly and quickly.) So, we do as we are told and soldier on. Warrior style. We make excuses and resist or deny the signs and symptoms that our body so generously waves at us.
‘Look over here at this headache, backache, neck ache, lump. I’m trying to get your attention. Help.’
But we are too busy to look, to notice. Until…