I was in a funk for most of February.
The sub-zero temperatures had me hibernating in the house only leaving when the grocery levels reached a disturbing low. (I’m sure I can make something out of this mustard and freezer burned peas.)
A head cold followed by a minor medical procedure forced me out of my routine. I was feeling disconnected from myself and the people in my life. I spent more hours than I care to admit with the covers pulled over my head.
I was doing the bare minimum to get by. It felt like everything that I tried failed. That everything I touched fell apart. And what resulted was a great big ole pity party.
It wasn’t my best month.
I could have let myself hibernate, follow the seasons, and go internal. But instead I booked a trip. This is my go-to move when I start to feel that crushing sensation of anxiety in my chest. I decide to get out of town.
I booked a trip to see one of my oldest, dearest friends, because I needed to step away, to step outside of myself for a bit.
I boarded a plan on Friday and returned Monday. And it was exactly what I needed.
Sometimes you have to step away. You have to remove yourself because you can’t see the forest for the trees. You need to shake things up and view your life from a few thousand miles away.
When I got back on Monday I was ready to be home. I had screwed my head back on straight. I didn’t have any less responsibility or work to do. But I did give myself a much-needed break.
I highly recommend that if you’re feeling worn thin by the daily grind of winter, work and responsibility, step away.
Maybe you can’t take a weekend. Maybe you only have a few hours or even minutes, but putting things on pause will allow you to regroup.
But I have so much to do! They need me! I’m important!
Trust me, everyone will survive.
The best coaches know when to call a timeout. The best celebs know when it’s time to check into rehab.
Step away. You can thank me later.
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