I have another place where I need a miracle, Friends. That’s in my mind. Well, all miracles take place at the level of the mind. But I mean something specific. UGH! I’m still a fucking workaholic. Seriously. This is so grave. I love working. I thrive on it. AND I don’t know how to stop. I just took a little break and glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror and I have deep dark circles beneath my eyes. My face is drawn. I look like shit because I’ve not been sleeping. I allow my work to consume me. I love my work, but I know that my lesson for this lifetime is to trust that it is okay to stop and become silent.
Please hold me in the light of trusting that now, anytime really, is the right time to stop and be silent. Now is a good time to get up from the chair and go play.