I didn’t realize how poorly I’d been sleeping.
I didn’t realize how long that medical test kit had been sitting on my dresser waiting for my attention.
I didn’t realize how tight my shoulders were or how dark the circles under my eyes had become.
I didn’t realize how much I’d missed the sound of certain people’s voices, as texting had become my usual mode of communication.
I didn’t realize how much I needed to immerse myself in silence …
Until I did.
Today I come off a two-week blogging break. It was a terrible time to go quiet. My new book was just picked up by Target. It was being “tested” in stores nationwide to see how well it did last week. When I should have been tweeting, posting, and encouraging people to buy my book, I was getting my nails done by a 9-year-old with little manicure experience and carving scary faces on pumpkins.
My book had just gained serious momentum, I knew going quiet—no interviews, no viral posts, no podcasts, and no email—would certainly not keep things going. Going quiet meant the glorious momentum would drop off. I could have pushed myself. After all, I have an impressive track record when it comes to powering through the exhaustion … ignoring the warning signs of burnout … and making excuses as to why I cannot slow down. “Someday, I’ll have time to do that, ” slides off my lips quite well—at least it used to.
But ‘someday’ is nowhere to live your life. This I have learned.