In the realm of when life throws you a curve ball…..duck! I went back to work yesterday, saw clients in an addictions counseling program where I have worked for nearly the past two years, came home with the intention to even the work/sleep balance and was awakened several times with a med side effect cough. Went back in today and managed to sit with one client who took one look at me and asked if I wanted to end the session early. I was able to continue but then thought it was the better part of valor to bag the rest of the day. One by one, I called my understanding clients who were more concerned about me than about themselves and we rescheduled. This would have been unheard of for me in my workaholic past. I have come to believe that overwork is indeed an addiction in which I have engaged for decades. In the midst of my tossing and turning last night, I had an overpowering thought that had I been standing, would have knocked me on my butt. On the occasions when I have offered good self care, it has been in the service of others. I reasoned that in order to use my gifts and talents, I had to be vertical to do so. Rarely I had I considered that it be just for me, that I look after my own needs.

A friend had sent me an article entitled The Sacred Power of Rest. I had not often contemplated it in that way. I had thought of sleep and ‘down time’ as necessary reboots of the mental and physical hard drives, but apparently, the ‘heart drive’ needed a jump start too. As I spend quiet time, exploring my own internal workings, not just my cerebral circuitry, I know I will come out on the other side more healed, whole and healthy than I ever imagined being and more tapped into the Divine Source of All That Is.