spiritual flu

I got a text from one of my dearest friends the other morning. She said,
"I'm in bed, I'm OK, but I'm taking a break from my life." A long time ago
my therapist called this the spiritual flu. I believe it is the perfect
diagnosis for what I have from time to time, and what I know
so many of my friends, family, and clients have from time to time. 

Our culture supports being able to do it all, particularly for women. 
I know I'm wired to multi-task, and I'm pretty good at talking on the phone
while I'm doing laundry and thinking about what to make for dinner and
getting ready to see a client in the next hour. Until I'm not. Picture
Road Runner doing his thing and then coming to the edge of the cliff
at a screeching halt.

I know there are some women that are better at the balance then 
I am. I am envious of these women. I do move with more fluidity now, after many years of practice, and now that my children are grown. Some weeks and months go by with nary a snag, and a little retail therapy (OK, sometimes a lot), never hurts here and there...and then comes a day when staying in bed with a stack of trashy magazines, a good book,  or a Netflix lineup is called for.  I text my BFF, get snugly under the covers, shut the door, and languish for a day.

A little Matzoh Ball Soup never hurts either. 
Sometimes my soul needs a little tending to. I have to get quiet enough to know.

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