A Freakin' Finite Resource



Finding grace... sometimes just takes little time and space.

This weekend my son spent a lot of time with other friends, and we had a little breather from each other. He wrote the apology letter required to bail out his electronics:

Our minimal time together has been peaceful and happy- a marked difference from the hellish evenings of last week. Sometimes things come to a head and even though nothing actually changes, everything is different. 

I've had enough time to get some perspective on my feelings of overwhelm, too. I'm remembering my priorities and what I want for my son... And realizing there are a lot of things in life that don't deserve the energy I give them. Things that don't reciprocate. 

Some of these things are roles. Some of these things are people. Some of these things are tasks I've been fixated on, but realize that they're not really benefitting me in the way I think they should. 

So it's time to back off, to budget out my energy the way I'm budgeting my groceries. 

Human energy is not boundless. It's a freakin' finite resource, as far as I'm concerned. It can be regenerated.... but it can't be exerted nonstop without replenishment. 

The trick to this step is two-fold:

1) Stop spending energy on the things that can never replenish you
2) Figure out what DOES replenish you, and prioritize that 

Which means cutting out the shit that just takes and takes and takes. And saying no to the stuff that isn't directly in alignment with your focus. I knew this at some point, when I wrote this:

https://tinybuddha.com/blog/how-to-create-the-life-you-want-using-anchors/

And then, you know... life changes and grows. Demands change, resources change. It's an evolving process, and I guess I needed the reminder right now. 

Energy is a finite resource, and I will never rise if I'm depleted. This concept is beyond self-care tips like, "Take more bubble baths." This is about being a steward of the life I was given, and taking good care of my body and soul. 

Of all the responsibilities I have, this is the one I can get down with. 



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