Or so the saying goes...
But what happens when Mama is depleted? When she's running on fumes? When guilt is a closer companion than gratitude?
What happens when we endlessly give ourselves to our children and our partners and our work and our communities, in the midst of an ongoing pandemic and devastating wars and ugly politics?
What happens when we say yes to everyone but ourselves? To the nourishing of our own bodies? Our own spirits? Our own hearts?
This is what happens:
Our bodies ache. Our hearts feel numb. Our brain feels foggy or obsessive (or both). Our spirits feel bone dry.
And we wonder if it's always going to be this way because we can't muster the energy to do something different (because it feels like it's always up to us, no?).
But what happens when Mama is depleted? When she's running on fumes? When guilt is a closer companion than gratitude?
What happens when we endlessly give ourselves to our children and our partners and our work and our communities, in the midst of an ongoing pandemic and devastating wars and ugly politics?
What happens when we say yes to everyone but ourselves? To the nourishing of our own bodies? Our own spirits? Our own hearts?
This is what happens:
Our bodies ache. Our hearts feel numb. Our brain feels foggy or obsessive (or both). Our spirits feel bone dry.
And we wonder if it's always going to be this way because we can't muster the energy to do something different (because it feels like it's always up to us, no?).