This week came as a big surprise: I got sick, and I never get sick. But there it was, and it lasted a few days and it really knocked me over.
I'm so used to barrelling forward and being, you know, Hardworking. I want to be inspiring; I want people to know I'm here, cheering for them from the sidelines. Plus I like to make things as stress-free as I can for our kids, especially during exam week. I drive. I pack healthy lunches. But suddenly, this week, I just couldn't do it. Everything ached: head, body, even my dreams ached.
Being sick reminded me of this: everyone has their own true story, the story we don't often tell.
We're good at showing up in full armour, in full make-up, with our hair done and our teeth whitened. What we're not good at is sharing when we feel small, feel less than, feel beleaguered by life.
This week has truly made me wonder: where do we get the idea that we're not allowed to take a break, or stumble, or be tired? Whatever makes us think we have to be strong all the time?
Funny thing is, I wouldn't expect that from anyone else.
Neither would you.
I would rush in with soup and sympathy.
So anyway, if you're feeling tired today, my lovely friend...I have this to offer you. The final stanza of a beautiful poem by Canadian Leonard Cohen. It's from "How to Speak Poetry" in Death of a Ladies' Man.
Trust me . . . take a deep breath before you read this.
Exhale. Let your shoulders relax.
These words are for you:
Have a peaceful, restful weekend.
Sending you hugs from Sydney.
Love, Catherine x
And for some crazy, absolute FUN -- have you heard about the Aussie-inspired movement called No Lights, No Lycra, where people get together and just...dance?? Like how you dance by yourself in your kitchen? I'm going to try it. I'll report back. :) If you live overseas (Americans! Canadians! Europeans! Yep, you!) or right here in Australia -- you can find a location near you!