My vacation is coming to an end after almost two weeks away from home, and after sleeping in a different bed, in a different city every other day. It has been extremely exhausting, let me tell you. Anyone who dreams of being in a different city every single day is either running on high quality crack or is just unaware of the reality of it all. Or maybe they don’t mind the fast pace of running around, packing, unpacking, and repacking a hundred times.
I, for one, cannot wait to go back home and sleep in my own bed, on my own pillow, and under my own blanket, with a bunch of plushies surrounding me.
Sometimes, too much change and too many changes can be overwhelming. It snowballs into something that can be a lot more than we can handle. Eventually, it will wear us down. I cannot imagine how long a person can keep holding onto something until they snap and decide that this isn’t what they wanted. But I know that it takes a lot to push anybody over the edge. Everyone has their limits, after all, and ‘a lot’ is a subjective term.
We should be a little more aware of our limits because we are not inexhaustible.
Someone told me today that they feel guilty for not being able to be more productive during the day. But so many of us are reeling from god-knows-what and we’re dealing with it in our own, weird way. We shouldn’t be giving ourselves a terribly hard time over it.
Be kinder to yourselves today and allow yourselves to take things at your own pace, okay? Xx