I wasn’t planning on fasting for 25 hours, but it happened … and I would not change a thing. Kiddo off to school, put my phone on focus, got my morning workout in, breathing, blood pressure check. Ok - solid. Good to go. Time to shower up and get ready for the day. Take my phone off focus and the next five minutes were a flutter of texts from the awesome folks I volunteer with … all telling me to check my email. So many upset people and I knew something was up. Check my group email. Without going into much detail, I will say I was flabbergasted. Never in my life had I read such a self-serving, self-righteous, demeaning, flat out rude email from a parent … not directed specifically to me, but to the volunteer group as a whole. It takes a lot to get my goat. But this? I was livid. I was hurt. I was hurting for the coaches who were on the group thread who had spent countless hours building an amazing program for our youth. My blood pressure shot up. My heart was racing. Stress hormones kicked in with a vengeance. So, I knew I had to make a choice … what to do a with the sabertooth tiger chasing me. Deep breaths. Inhale-inhale-exhale. I decided to kick it square in the snout and move my body. Put my phone back on focus and turned on some music. I headed out to the garage and spent the next three hours sweeping, organizing, sweeping the driveway, you name it. It helped. When I was done, I felt so much better. Calm, even. Ran errands, came home, broke my fast. I am so grateful every time we talk about listening to your body. It will talk to you. It will signal you.

Posted by Carrie E. at 2023-05-02 01:31:32 UTC