My life gets really busy.
Just this last week, I was up at 6am most days to work out, worked 9-5, had two evening therapy sessions (couples therapy on Monday, personal therapy on Thursday), had two evening calls (and have one more to go this evening.) Tomorrow, I will be getting the house ready for our spiritual group meeting in the evening (5-10pm) and getting a haircut at noon. Sunday I will be cleaning out the basement.
And I ask myself, where is the time for my personal Work?
And I ask myself, where is the time to grieve my mother?
And I ask myself, where is the time to meditate, or to reflect, or to read a book?
The answer: I do not give myself Time. I withhold this gift from myself.
Just yesterday, at my therapy session, I was reminded that I can stop participating. Last night, talking to a dear friend, I was reminded that I can actively engage with my grief.
I believe that taking care of the Self is an act of sacred resistance. It is time to practice what I preach.
Image: Cathedral by Amoret