I used to, at one time in the past, keep a bunch of irons in the fire. It seemed the important thing to do, you know? I called it this and that, from enthusiastic to energetic to even industrious. But time took its toll and I arrived at a point where I had to change, even the little things. I was stressing over trying not to be stressed.
I did a little middle-age reassessment and some day you may get to this juncture, I dunno. I had to cull on a very serious level, Dear, and hopefully you may, too, one day.
At fifty I took a less-stressful job, moved to a lower-maintenance homestyle, changed my eating/sleeping/exercise habits and "turned off the noise".
Maybe you and others here are not at this point because you all feel you still can "control it all", tough it out or whatever self-hypnotic trance you choose.
Being older than sixty is surely not an accomplish, by NO means, but it holds lessons learnt only through experience. My Intent to lighten my load drove me to a personal task of Power. The load I lifted from self was replaced with another that was not so industrious because of physical dictates and the emotional need to give myself back the time I deserved to cultivate a new form.
Take one moment at a time, still, but remember to remember that self is not that bad a thing if tended to properly and Intentful. Take care of yourself first and your doings and not-doings become stronger, more relaxed.
tommy2
