I've been back at work for 5 months now. I also have a small part time therapy practice. And I have two young girls. Something had to give. I gave. Too much. I gave me----nothing. And therefore I missed the opportunity to show my girls that sometimes we need to make ourselves, our goals, our health----and our joys, a priority.
Juggling around my head I have lists and lists of resolutions. Eat better. Exercise more. Meditate. Write. Cook. Read. Paint. Oh the list goes on and on. But at the core, all of these 'resolutions' have one thing in common. Me. Priority in my own life. It has to happen or I will disappear.