My friend taught me the importance of living a balanced life.
One year earlier...
I’m sitting on the exam table in my doctor’s office. My dad in the waiting area. He offered to drive me. I think to myself, he’s such a good dad. I love that man. I could feel my pulse all the way to my fingertips. Fidgeting. Heart rate racing like I was running from something. Well, was I? I got lost in a blank stare - I blinked - my eyes come back to focus. Pull it together, I think.
The door opens.
My doctor makes eye contact with me. My head positioned hopelessly down. It’s printed all over my face. He empathetically asks, “Jeff, what’s going on? Everything, OK?”
I lifted my head. I felt so heavy. “No, I’m not OK,” I release.
One year later...
I humbly crack a smile. I wasn’t living a balanced life. I was suffering and stretched way too thin. My body was begging me for a change in direction; a brief moment of acceptance. Now, as I process, I accept the fact I took on too much. I tried, oh boy, did I try, but I just couldn’t keep up the unrealistic pace I set. I had no teeter in my seesaw. I was grounded on one side. I needed a friend to climb on and help me balance out. At that moment, I slowly began to rise off the dusty pavement. I got my feet under me and pushed off.
My friend taught me the importance of living a balanced life. Balanced in my faith, health, family, friends, profession…..
Balance, for me, came with the realization I couldn’t do it all. My friend taught me my heart was in the right place, sure, but I wasn’t taking care of myself. I wanted to be there for everyone and do everything. I just missed the most important part, I needed to be equally invested in myself before I could make that kind of investment in others.
I’ve been seesawing much better these day.
To my friend,
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