Similar to last post. There are moments when we come up against our limits. When we have exhausted ourselves to the maximum and cannot imagine going further. I think the tendency nowadays is to push further. To break our limits and to keep pushing. I do not think that is wise, I think part of growing up and taking care of yourself is acknowledging when you should not do this. There are limits you can push, and we do. There are also ones we should not push. Over time we learn which ones we can push, which ones are disastrous, which ones will hurt us. Trial and practice proves to us which ones will push us backwards, which ones we cannot ignore, which ones we can bend. We learn continuously, have good and bad experiences.
I am still learning tremendously, and now I am erring on the side of caution. Taking myself out of more things, knowing I need more time of quiet, more time of myself. That things weigh on me and then suddenly dump on me like a hat box in the back of the closet that tips closer to falling, until suddenly you’re covered in hats. I need consistent me times and days of solitude. Really. Who would have thought it? I used to want to be as busy as possible and I would always be so stretched and stressed. But now I am trying to cut back. I hope I am becoming wise (or at least wiser, which is all relative). When I snap I know I need to check myself, and take myself some time, a walk alone, some music/singing time, a day alone. Maybe when I was younger I wanted to be someone I wasn’t. Now I realize I am really not that. I can be alone. While I like to be social, I am learning more about balance.
You need both rain and sunshine for plants to grow (or most ones)