This morning, I am listening to my favorite radio station, WXPN in Philadelphia,  while tip tapping away at the keyboard. Two of my beloved activities. Sipping ginger tea to soothe a wee bit of a sore throat. In a few hours, I will be sitting in session with a client who I have been counseling for nearly a year. After that is a visit to cardiac rehab where I have been engaged in my own healing process, following a heart attack in June. The next stop is home and computer once again, for more writing, promo for presentations I will be doing in the upcoming months, reading books I am reviewing, as well as prepping for my radio show tomorrow night. Then a visit with my son and grandson for some much needed playtime.  To most people, this may look like an outrageously packed day. For this recovering workaholic, it is a huge reduction in my schedule. In my crazy busy years, I would be working at a counseling center for the better part of 12 hour days and then coming home and writing until midnight and teaching and doing my ministry work and volunteering and going to the gym. My mind would be spinning with even more seed planting ideas for future endeavors. Even as I am writing these words, I feel a contraction in my gut and heart thumping body memory of how much it took to keep up that pace. I had no clue how long I would have required myself to live at such a speed.

The funny thing is that I get as much accomplished even while slowing down to do it. There is such ease and grace in the idea that it really all does get done, when I know I am not doing it alone. It isn’t that I doubted I had celestial assistance before, it is that I lean into it far more now and I remind myself that it doesn’t need to happen all at once. I had feared that I wouldn’t be able to support myself if I didn’t keep up the pace. It was when I began to affirm that “I work for God and the salary and benefits are out of this world,” that all sorts of abundance flowed in.

I was telling the director of cardiac rehab recently that I am no longer a Type-A overachiever. I have, of necessity, become Type-B+ which is actually an upgrade. That is, and I am, more than enough.  And to my fellow workaholics, remember that you are too.