A couple weeks ago, I pulled out a bowl, set it on the table, and then walked away to go do something that I just remembered I had forgotten to do. Half an hour later, I sat down at the table and looked at the empty bowl. In my quest to do the one more thing before I forgot about it again, I had forgotten to actually make lunch or put anything into the bowl.
I laughed and thought to myself that it was funny that I literally tried to feed myself from an empty bowl.
Last week, I had some type of respiratory thing that evolved into a sinus infection/ear infection. And then on top of that, I got pink eye. (I imagine those of you with small humans in your life can relate to what happens when someone is always sneezing or coughing in your face after spending lots of time with other small humans who also put everything in their mouths.)
It has been a very long time since I have felt so physically walloped, as if I’d been drenched in a solution of germs and then wrung out to dry.
The thing is that I’ve been operating in some varying state of sleep deprivation for the past 7 months. Sometimes I am not great about eating balanced meals during the daytime, being a bit of a lifelong grazer. (Elevensies, anyone?) And sometimes, you know, our bodies decide that we need to be sat down and given a stern warning because we have not been listening to them. And also that most things are not actually as important or as urgent as they seem when are brains (and society?) are yelling, “Go, go, go!”
It was a humbling reminder that most of us probably need to ask for help more often than we do. And even if we could do it on our own, there are times when maybe we should ask for help in the name of doing things in a sustainable manner. (Thank you, David, for not once saying you told me so.) There are times when asking for help is a way of letting people in, as well. And while that vulnerability can be scary (and while some people certainly have not earned the trust for that), I’ve found that people’s responses more often than not show me how limited my imagination can be sometimes for someone’s capacity to show up in a way I didn’t know I needed.
Anyhow, the question I have for you right now is:
What’s in that bowl you’re feeding yourself from?
If you’re open to sharing what’s in your bowl, I’m curious to hear about it and how that’s been working out for fueling you. Or if you’d like to make a change and don’t know where to start, then let’s have a chat and find out if I can help with that.
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