Sometimes you can't do it all:
I try and am exhausted. I fear hurting others if I don't "do it all." Writing a poem a day meant I couldn't "do it all." My husband comes home to encrusted plates and snaps at me. I keep writing. He doesn't leave. We both live and even hug later that night. When I let go of the fear of disappointing others (and the underlying fear of abandonment)I'm more authentic, more focused, more transparent, and in the end, more connected. Does this ring true to you?
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Every day.... it's hard not to try to "do it all"... but try we must or we will slide into insanity....
ReplyDeleteso love your words.... (and you!)
barbara