Sometimes it takes getting sick to take more care. Or at least, sometimes that’s what it takes for me.
I push myself. I’m always working hard. I’m always doing things for others. There’s always another goal. I have been learning to take better care of myself, but still sometimes I need more. Learning curves.
So, I got sick. All week. But I pushed through my work deadlines and tried to take care in the evenings. It wasn’t enough, but that’s all I had. Why didn’t I take off a day of work? The same reason so many of us don’t – we simply cannot. It’s not that it wasn’t a priority, it’s just that I don’t have paid time off yet. I’m lucky to have any, quite frankly, coming in the future. That’s how it is. For many. It’s money versus health vs management.
But now I am pushing myself – onto a couch, into many cups of tea, and among much needed rest. I am grateful to no longer work weekends and have consecutive days off. To take the time. For myself. Finally.