Filling my cup...
I have a secret to share. It revolutionized my week.
On Monday I was too tired to even function. I felt like I was in a daze, in a fog, in a mist. We had stayed up til almost midnight on Saturday night to watch fire works. Everyone slept in the next day. And even though I really really wanted to, I just couldn't rid myself of the expectation that I should have a big breakfast for the day like I normally do on Sunday.
So I got up when I wanted to sleep, made the breakfast, did the normal Sunday routine. On Monday I woke up at my usual time so that I could do my devotions, get some yoga in, have some quiet time before the girls woke up and the day got significantly louder.
I plodded through the day, feeling worn out and worn down.
Somthing clicked with me. I turned off my alarm and this morning I slept in. I slept til I felt rested. It has made all the difference.
I realized that as a mom, a wife, a friend, I am unable to function if I'm too tired. I get snappish and wander around like I'm in a fog. I can't take care of them if I don't take care of me.
Sometimes taking care of me is sleeping in for forty-five minutes. Sometimes it's taking time to read a good book while the girls nap. Sometimes it's that walk we take in the morning. Sometimes it's a good yoga session during the afternoon. Sometimes it's writing poetry, gardening, sewing, or eating chocolate ice cream.
I am called to serve my family, to care for them, to fill the cups of love that they hold out. But if my cup is empty, I have nothing to give them.
I encourage you to do something today to fill your cup. Eat a cookie. Watch a sappy movie and cry over the ending. Swing. Sleep in. Color a picture. Journal.
Even God rested on the seventh day.
On Monday I was too tired to even function. I felt like I was in a daze, in a fog, in a mist. We had stayed up til almost midnight on Saturday night to watch fire works. Everyone slept in the next day. And even though I really really wanted to, I just couldn't rid myself of the expectation that I should have a big breakfast for the day like I normally do on Sunday.
So I got up when I wanted to sleep, made the breakfast, did the normal Sunday routine. On Monday I woke up at my usual time so that I could do my devotions, get some yoga in, have some quiet time before the girls woke up and the day got significantly louder.
I plodded through the day, feeling worn out and worn down.
Somthing clicked with me. I turned off my alarm and this morning I slept in. I slept til I felt rested. It has made all the difference.
I realized that as a mom, a wife, a friend, I am unable to function if I'm too tired. I get snappish and wander around like I'm in a fog. I can't take care of them if I don't take care of me.
Sometimes taking care of me is sleeping in for forty-five minutes. Sometimes it's taking time to read a good book while the girls nap. Sometimes it's that walk we take in the morning. Sometimes it's a good yoga session during the afternoon. Sometimes it's writing poetry, gardening, sewing, or eating chocolate ice cream.
I am called to serve my family, to care for them, to fill the cups of love that they hold out. But if my cup is empty, I have nothing to give them.
I encourage you to do something today to fill your cup. Eat a cookie. Watch a sappy movie and cry over the ending. Swing. Sleep in. Color a picture. Journal.
Even God rested on the seventh day.
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