I Reiki'd Myself Today
It's difficult for me to take time for myself. Life constantly demands my attention. There’s always a task waiting to be done or a child who needs attention or a whiny husband who knows that if he gives me a second to think, then I’ll see him for who he really is. (I’m kind of jealous of his ability to make everyone believe that he is this innocent, gentle, honest little man.) I tend to push through, and don't a whole lot. Just keep swimming, right? The “right” thing to do, as to not seem like an emotional psychopath, is to smile and act like everything is fine. This can only be done for so long, before the pressure builds, and the volcano erupts. My volcano has been spewing and spitting, boiling and bubbling, on the verge of explosion over the last few days. But like I was supposed to, I managed to hold it in just a little longer. When I woke up this morning, I felt instant anger. Today WAS the day. I decided to finally take some time for myself. I had about