I have a song running through my head. I don’t remember exactly how it goes, but it has something to do with putting off self-care to concentrate on work. It describes my life as of late. I’ve had to force myself to exercise or play with my children or contact my family because work has been so consuming. It’s all good– don’t get me wrong.
The success I’ve sought for so long has found me. Boy howdy, has it found me.
It’s amazing, wonderful, and a little overwhelming all at the same time. I felt as though I was close to tears a couple of days ago because I was so overwhelmed by the enormity of the gifts I’ve received. I wanted my family around me, but arrived home to a house full of my kids’ friends. I had to handle this weird feeling on my own– no hiding or pushing it off.
After so many years of trying to be a success, it’s easy to have a habit of accepting defeat. Suddenly the tables are turned and success is the norm, defeat the exception. How is that possible? When did the switch occur? I don’t know.
I’m focusing on the gratitude I feel. For the satisfying work that is coming in waves of abundance and for the money it brings with it. For my husband and children, who are so patient when I have my laptop open doing work again, trusting that things are indeed going the way that we have been hoping for so long. For the happiness of my children, manifested by the flow of their friends who visit and/or have sleepovers from Fridays through Sundays. For my friends and family out west, who took care of my mom during her recent stroke.