Rest… Finally.

So this post is really personal.  So if you are interested in pretty photos, keep a scrolling away and I hope you will find what you are looking for and of course I would love to connect, but this is a post that I am keepin’ it real and laying out this crazy, real, tiring life of an entrepreneur which is not always as glamorous as it seems.

You’d think after years of doing this, it the ride would get smoother and easier as they years go by. .. but one never knows what life will throw at them and how things will relatively change from one year to the next.  We have had it all.  New bab(ies), a house fire, new job, starting a church, all happen within the same time my busy season hits.  Smack dab in the middle of it!

This year, I feel exhausted.  I talked with a good friend and was just about was in tears over the way I have been treating my family, the way I get snippy with friends, and how I am just overall exhausted and how I think I might really, this year for sure, put in my resume and join the corporate world. She gently and kindly reminded me that I say that every year, and another year comes and there I am with my goals list for the next year and ready to put myself out there in the entrapernaurel life again.

After 80+ sessions and 3 weddings, all in the last 4 weeks, you might be going out of your mind too.  Let’s not talk about how my house looks and how I’ve neglected working out and living off coffee… No let’s not even go there.

But as my kind, and loving husband always so graciously reminds me (as he cleans up dinner one more time, yes, he IS a great catch) it’s just a season.  And seasons never last.  They are there for a brief time and then we get the rest our bodies so desperately need and we start with new growth for the next year. Winter has a way of slowing me down. I stinkin’ can not wait for this long week of rest and growth as I enter a season of SLOW!!

What about you?  Are you needing that rest too?  Rest not only in your body, but in your soul too? Can I be praying for you?  Send me a message and let me know.  I am so happy to do that for you!

 

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