I’m a doer by nature. I go, go, go.

But I’ve learned to slow down. I’ve learned when I’m close to doing too much.

Except apparently when I’m doing something I enjoy.

I work a lot because I love what I do. It feeds my soul.

Which can make it hard to know when I’ve crossed the line from soul nourishing to soul sucking.

This week I hit that wall. It still didn’t feel like normal stress or burn out.

It felt like mild anxiety. Scattered and uneasy. Analysis paralysis. Like I was out of my body. And tired, despite good sleep.

And it wasn’t until I said it out loud that I really heard it. I’m tired. Not sleepy, my soul is tired. It needs rest.

I planned to use the space opened up this week from canceling Thanksgiving plans to catch up on some things, but I think instead I’ll read.

And do some yoga.

And get outside.

And rest.