Beginning in the morning
with a little quiche
I threw together for breakfast,
and flowing into the afternoon
in which I creatively mixed some leftovers
to make a somewhat edible lunch
and then flying into the evening
with not one but TWO meals–
one for tonight
and one for tomorrow’s dinner–
I spent this day
thinking about how I nourish others,
and not just theoretically,
but truly, actually,
how I nurture others
with the food I spend so much time preparing.
And now, at night,
so tired that I can barely sit up straight,
so tired that I can barely stay awake
for my evening sit,
How much is too much?
When does the act of nourishing someone else
become a simultaneous act
And is there a way to strike a balance?
The question I’m always asking:
How do I get my own needs met,
when my focus is on meeting the needs of others?
I’m too tired to take a shower,
but that’s okay,
because it’s winter,
and there really isn’t any dirt or sweat
except for the dirt in my own mind,
and the sweat of the one inside me
who was racing even though
she knew there will never be a finish line.
Going to bed now.