Truth-time, dear friends: we are really, really good at fooling ourselves. We say that we’re so busy, but what we really mean is that we’re scared to look at what’s beneath the busy.
Our frantic activity functions like a drug; it gives us a high and helps us avoid feelings we’re afraid to face.
If that’s you, there’s no judgment here. We’re all on this journey together; none of us have it all figured out.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who didn’t know how to take care of herself. All she knew was that she was tired of being tired.
When this girl felt physically ill, she tried to cancel her dinner plans … but instead she let a friend override her protests. She showed up at a restaurant burning with fever and flu, then staggered home alone.
When this girl went out and an older, married guy made a pass at her, she tried to move away … but instead she let false guilt freeze her. She just didn’t want him – or anyone else – to feel uncomfortable.
When this girl was exhausted and someone asked her for a ride to a party, she tried to say no … but instead she said yes and spent the return journey sobbing her eyes out.
Every time these situations arose, this girl felt worse about herself. Why did these things keep happening?
