There were multiple times throughout college and the first few years in my early career when my mantra was, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” I was convinced that I was the greatest thing since sliced bread in an office space, and that working so much (unnecessarily, I was not that important) was a huge part of who I was. Bullshit. I was running from a lot of emotional labor and consistently patching up leaking walls of wounds that I had spent years ignoring. ☾
It’s a little different now. I’ve put a lot of energy into my own healing. I’ve let the damns come down and while it feels like at times I’m drowning in the floodwaters, they’re really just watering the fields of manifestation and healthier emotional habits, resulting in a higher vibrational me. It’s unlocked my spiritual and emotional giftings in a new way. ☾
I’m beyond blessed with a soul tribe and a soul sister who have helped me through my issues, especially prompting me to talk about them when I don’t want to (even though I definitely want to talk about them. It’s a Scorpio thing). Over the weekend, I spent a lot of emotional labor opening myself up and being vulnerable, exposing another wound. This morning, I’m tired (both emotionally, energetically, and physically), but renewed. ☾
So, REST. I’m in the middle of a snowstorm now. A few years ago, I would have spent a few hours tonight working on passion projects and going into the office bright-and-early. Instead, I am going to take care of myself and work from home tomorrow. I’m going to take tonight off, binge watch a film or two, and eat pasta. And I’m damn proud of that person.