to my workaholics. NYE & NYD work or rest?

I've been on an adventure to discover what the universe had in store for me on such a special day. This is a continuation of "Quitters never win and winners never quit."

Anyone a workaholic?
We are all conditioned in certain ways to be strong.
For me, working and doing whatever it takes was bred into me from oh day 1 and even earlier.
Only a few years ago, a friend suggested I rest on the weekends.
I thought, "Really? Are you serious? Why would I rest? On weekends, things move slower so I can work even faster. What a waste."

Or, does this one sound familiar. "I'll rest and take a break when I finish everything."
Now I truly believed this one for a while until...hold on...what's finish?
Where can I take a breather without feeling guilty?

Everytime I take a day off and do nothing, it's like ants in my pants.
I did it for Christmas. Wasn't easy. I stuck to it. Practice practice.

It turns out this NYE, I thought I was just resistant to doing tasks because of the holidays. Joke's on me. I was physically sick. No energy. Fever. Headache. And aches all over.

I'm a recovering workaholic and NYE, I learned about letting go and sitting back. Just allowing life to continue on without me.
By letting go, it actually allowed my family to step up and shine. To make a difference for me and it was just amazing to witness and receive this.

They don't need me. They can go on. Ahhhh... what a relief.
They do miss the sparkly energy I bring to the group. And I enjoy being their light.


My lesson is to truly appreciate rest.
I've been running and working non-stop. Had it all planned to complete my website by NYE, no later than NYD. Yup, every day is a workday.

And of course, if everything works out as planned and "expected," what fun would that be?

I went to bed at 10pm NYE. Ouch. That was painful to a night owl on so many levels.
Didn't even see the ball drop.

Now 14 hrs later, NYD (yup, body requested that much sleep)...

I have everything I need.
The family and friends with their imperfections...(hmm choosing a different word), their adorable quirks.
Yet, they are perfect, because they are mine. They are in my life for a perfect reason whether I see it or not.

There's plenty of time to work.
Yup. It's always about that balance.