I am passionate about what I do, and I commit my heart and soul to it. It takes up a huge amount of my energy, but I love doing it. Every single person I help, every person I engage with is special to me. And most of the time, 99% of the time, it is worth everything I put into it. But sometimes, very occasionally, it sucks the life right out of me.
I've had a revolting week, absolutely revolting. It is a story too long, depressing and political to go into but suffice it to say that it is a week I wouldn't want to repeat. It took all of my energy, emotions, time and sanity to sort out. But sort it out, I eventually did.
However, looking back I have realized that there is such a thing as 'too much'. You can give too much, you can care too much. And you can sacrifice too much to appease others.
Looking back, I have decided that never again will I let this take so much of my soul
Looking back, I have decided that never again will I let this take so much from my family
Looking back, I have decided that never again will I allow this to make me doubt myself
And looking down, I have decided that never again will I go so long between pedicures.
There is only so much I can sacrifice; cracked heels and chipped nail polish must never, ever happen again.