Take a week

Over the past few weeks I have had a lot of random events happen in my life.   I went to Milwaukee for work, decided to take a random road trip home, started to actually work, met some new people, and allowed my brain to get clogged with scary thoughts.  While all of these events are wonderful, I needed some time to process; so I took a break and it seemed to work.  I think that taking a week away from writing allowed me to figure out some things for myself which had brought me back to writing and sharing my thoughts with those of you who are kind enough to take time from your day to see what I have to say.

Prior to last week, I thought that taking a break from writing would mean that I would never write again, or that no one would read what I had to say anymore… that I have to be consistent to be effective.  I am not sure how I came to having this idea but over the last week I have learned how false this idea is.  Even in the corporate world people are allowed to take a vacation, schools take a vacation, so why wasn’t I allowing myself to give my brain a vacation?

When was the last time you allowed your brain to take a week off from something that stresses you out; not from work, or house work, or your crazy yet adorable kids – but the inner thoughts that you struggle with?  I am not going to lie, taking a week of was really hard for me, and I spent a lot of the time reminding myself why I was taking time off.  With all the new changes that have been made in my life I had not really allowed myself the time to fully process what was going on, and was I happy with what was happening? I had moved and been on the go ever since.  I started working and learning my new job had made me lose focus on the other messages that I wanted to share with you.

Taking a week off allowed me to process, I didn’t come to a place of enlightenment, I haven’t found a new outlook on life… but I know I am in a better place this week than I was two weeks ago.  While I was lying in bed yesterday morning I actually felt a weight being lifted off of me. It was a crazy feeling, almost felt like I was on a roller coaster.  I rolled over and began to think about what was going and what was I so worried about that I was finally able to release?  I then started to wonder if it mattered; did I have to know what was able to release in order for the feeling I just had to be real? I decided that I didn’t have to know what I let go of, I just have to recognize that I was able to release something from my life that have being weighing me down.

Being able to let go of whatever is holding you down is very hard. I don’t know how I did it, but I believe taking a week to just process what was going on around me helped. Having a weight lifted off my shoulders showed me that taking time to process worked, I am still not sure what that weight was- but I feel better. I challenge you to let you brain take some time to process what is going on in the world around you- let it take a vacation.  It may not be as awesome as spending a week at the beach, but it may be just as rewarding.

You have it all & Confidence,

Lyndsay