They go. Move. Accomplish. Get it done.
They find joy in tasks. In to-dos.
Driven by success and fueled by motivation.
They go and go and go.
But all tanks run empty if not refueled.
Especially the achiever’s.
This was a hard lesson for me to learn.
That time for me wasn’t selfish.
That time for me wasn’t to be at the end of the list.
It was to come first. To be at the top of the list. To be the priority.
This mindset change brought miracles.
Rejuvenation, downtime, and silence.
I found success in allowing myself to relax.
In taking long runs to tune into me. To hear my inner voice.
To “be” for the sake of just being.
My clarity of thought increased. Performance improved.
By allowing myself time for me,
I was truly able to be me, the achiever, at ALL the other times.
Tasks seemed easier. Completed now with more passion and focus.
My tank felt full. It was full. Because I was choosing to fill it.
My husband is the same.
He schedules his “be” time. His daily workouts. His forest time.
His time to refocus and visit his happy place.
There’s not resentment or anger about his absence.
I understand it perfectly. I embrace it.
We get it. The power of “be” time.
The moments when achievement is secondary.
And being is primary.
I hope my kids recognize it. Acknowledge it. Embrace it.
The flow and balance of doing and being.
For in the balance lies all the power.
The power to allow yourself to simply “be”.
