walkingthroughaddiction

There was a time when I was a human doing instead of a human being . The minute I woke up each morning, I jumped out of bed and immediately began checking things off my list. Pack the school lunches. Put the clothes in the dryer. Make a note to call the dentist. Wake up the children. Make breakfast. And that was only the beginning. There was always somewhere to be, something to clean, someone who needed me, or another problem to solve. My days were driven by the next thing demanding my attention.  I believed my worth was measured by how much I accomplished and by how well I took care of everyone around me. Slowing down never felt like an option. When I look back now, I feel a little sad for my children.The mother they experienced as children is not the woman I am today.  Life has taught me the importance of slowing down. Everything is not a crisis, and not everything needs my immediate attention. Over the years I have discovered that the way I begin my morning shapes th...