It's the time of year. Stress. There are more things to do than there are hours in the day. What I choose to do to relax, or take time for me, is like punishment, because I am not doing things that I need to do.
It's this time of year when I am always facing making a gut wrenching choice: Do I disappoint/shortchange, a couple of people, who I know will love me anyway, or, do I disappoint bunches of people, by letting things fall apart? I feel like I am melting, when really, really, what I want to do is what I learned REALLY happened to the Wicked Witch (who, as it turns out, wasn't wicked at all); let everyone think I've melted, and then disappear.
OK. That is not true either. But I am feeling the need to run for cover.
The funny thing is, sometime shortly after the most recent pre-teen hissy fit about the amount of time I was NOT spending with them, I told my girls that I was thinking it was time to step back, and make some changes, and give up some time killing extra-curricular activities that I have. They were aghast. Where I thought I'd get three cheers, I got a resounding "Noooo!". I was shocked.
I asked them why, and they said that the knew I loved these things, and that they liked me being involved. They felt proud when someone would ask "Is that your mom?". Ok. Wow.
But the fact is, I may have reached my limits. Not just in time, but limits in my ability to do good. I am a good doer. I've done a lot. I do a lot. I am not doing a good job in leading. A good leader would not be DOING as much as I am. A good leader would be having it done.
I feel a little better writing this down. Not sure why, but I guess it's because I have compiled my thoughts.
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