Lounging in bed, surrounded by lots of pillows and snuggled under quilts as I am typing these words. It is a drowsy, dozy Sunday morning. The radio is playing easing into my day tunes.  My standard weekend fare begins with Sleepy Hollow on WXPN which is a Philly based member supported Public Radio station out of the University of Pennsylvania.  Although I have a full, fun day ahead of me, with celebration at one of the interfaith communities of which I am a part and a holiday party at another in the afternoon, for the moment, I am in veg mode. That has become standard operating procedure for this recovering workaholic who would zoom at such a speed as to leave the Roadrunner in the dust. These days, I sit staring at the ceiling and gazing inward at my soul. My emotions are like a flowing stream remaining within its banks, rather than flooding in torrents, as they had been. I had been surfing the big waves, enjoying the ride at times, and  simultaneously fearing having them crash down on me. I put so much pressure on myself to stay ahead of the curve in all areas, holding myself to impossibly high standards for accomplishing all that was on my ever growing to-do list.

I still have responsibilities and deadlines, but they are far more manageable and I am not left feeling exhausted afterward. Hard to have imagined a year ago that I could have felt this way and have enjoyed doing nothing as much as I had enjoyed doing everything. On December 12th, I celebrated my six month heart-aversary. On that day in June, I experienced a re-birth and chance for a do-over, for which I am immensely grateful. I am amazed that I have been able to acclimate to my pared down schedule without going stir crazy or thinking myself a slacker as I had in the beginning of the process.

I have claimed my new identity as a human BE-ing, rather than a human DO-ing. It suits me well.