There is something strangely appealing about packed schedules, full hands. A sense of comical accomplishment is often attached to describing a myriad of activities and we admire those who can pull off two full time jobs + school and a social life and writing a book on the side, complete with hand drawn illustrations and self marketing.
Its been a slow season for me, relatively speaking, and I go back and forth between guilt for not doing enough and slightly overwhelmed that I’m so thinly stretched.
Your worth is not wrapped up in how much you can carry. Its not a contest. We were made to sleep for a third of our lives and have a sabbath and enjoy people.
Mirror I’m talking to you.