There is a day when you cross a threshold. You walk into another space of consciousness, a place where you decide you have had enough. No more. You are done. Finished. You cannot carry another burden, manage another effort or create another strategy. You have reached a limit; actually, you have surpassed that limit and are now at the place of no return. There will be no more strings of never-ending late nights, working weekends, on-call holidays or last-minute travel.
You realize, with stunning clarity, that you alone are responsible for you. If you do not stop and execute some serious self-care, you are headed for a crash.
Crashing is not pretty. It forces you to attend to yourself. Your body might give out in some way and necessitate that you stop immediately and learn firsthand about self-care. Or you might find yourself overwhelmed mentally and overloaded emotionally, and your only response can be a hasty retreat from the daily fray as you can no longer tolerate a single demand, query or stressor. Further, your spirit may have grown weary, and you can be pushed to simply be, allowing silence and quietude to help heal your battered soul.
No matter how often family or friends rail at you to take time and slow down, the choice is singularly yours to create different options and possibilities for yourself.
Before the crash, bang, boom happens, you can decide to cross the threshold into a less stressful life. With choice, you allow that there is another door for you to open, or, at the very least, another way for you to open the door.
“A man needs a little madness or else he never dares to cut the rope and be free.”
“Zorba the Greek” (Nikos Kazantzakis)
“If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.”