To all of my superwomen (and men alike), you do not need permission to drop the ball once in a while. I don’t mean letting things go by the wayside day-in and day-out, nor do I mean letting a deadline at work pass you by. I am referring to good ol’ constructive, kick-back and unwind and cut yourself some slack once in a while.
I dropped the ball tonight, and I’m not feeling an ounce of guilt about it. I needed to drop the ball – no, I needed to PUNT the ball. I yearned for a break. So, Summer didn’t get her “school-mandated 15-30 minutes of reading” tonight, and I refused to touch the kitchen after dinner. (Thank you, Adam, for picking up the ball and running with it!).
Warriors, life’s too short to be on top of the world all of the time. Let go of the unrealistic expectations of doing it all, and by all means, enlist support where you can.
So, I dare you… drop the ball. 💕 Let the dishes pile for one night, leave the laundry in the basket, and focus on you – and whatever it is your soul needs right now whether it’s a book, movie, or family-time.