We all have beautiful parts of ourselves that make us feel whole, yet we tend to push them aside for the sake of routine demands. It’s okay, we say. We will get to it next week. Next week there will be time for me to do that super awesome thing that makes me feel alive and more fully myself again. Then next week comes around, and there are different shapes and sizes of the same kinds of demands that made us too busy the week before. Once again we find ourselves racing like hamsters on wheels going nowhere, sweaty and frustrated because somehow that super awesome thing that inspires us and makes us feel whole, has been placed on the backburner once again.

Sometimes we do have too much on, too many mouths to feed, too many bills to pay, too many people relying on us in some way. But, what are we risking when we never stop? What happens when we consistently relegate the very things that give us joy, the things that make us the unique beings we are, to the sideline, to those last ten minutes of time we have before bed on a Sunday evening before we do it all again the next week? We need to hold a space for the things that make us whole again. Without it, we will die from the inside out.