Catch Up...

So, in the last few days I didn't write my blog. I'm not going to back date this either. Let it be a lesson in taking on too much.
I think the last 4 months of constant work finally caught up on me. On Sunday morning, after my usual weekend schedule containing 3 hours sleep on both Friday and Saturday nights, I slept through my alarm. When did I wake up? About five minutes after the time I was supposed to be at work. And how long does it take me to get there? An hour.
Don't ask how but I managed to get away with it. It left me reeling though. And I had to admit to myself that maybe, just maybe, I was taking on too much.
I never used to think of myself as one of those women that do everything and then some, and slap a side order of guilt onto anything that they don't quite accomplish (like Elizabeth Gilbert was describing in the talk I posted previously). I never felt like I did enough to even deserve that title (the fact that I felt I didn't do enough says enough in itself).
But, Sunday gave me pause. I took a look at myself in the mirror (literally) and I didn't like what I saw. Often people like to pride themselves on how little sleep they get as if it's some great achievement. I saw myself in the mirror - tired, sallow skin, breaking out, red eyes. No, sleep is not a luxury or a privilege - it's a necessity. And playing catch up for the rest of the week doesn't work. I felt awful. Time to take a little step back. We can play this game for one night a week, but no longer two.
I took Monday off. And I also had Tuesday off. It felt like heaven.
Working hard is good. And now I know I more than have it in me to do so. But most important is to take care of yourself. Which I plan on doing from now on.