Say it with me…”Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get back up!”
Let’s face it, we will be forever quoting that line until it no longer is funny. Which won’t happen until we are in our 90’s, in a heap on the bathroom floor unable to get up. Then it will all feel like some perverse cosmic joke.
But what if we have already fallen?
Not in the physical definition, but rather in the mental and emotional definition.
What if we’ve gotten to a point where we have fallen so far down the rabbit hole of fatigue and low self-esteem that we can’t figure out how to get back up?
Many of us grew up being told that we could indeed have it all. Our mothers didn’t have the opportunities we did, they saw possibilities for us.
They encouraged us (ok maybe forced us) to grab the brass ring and “get it all.”
They meant well, but they had no idea the toll it would take.
Fast forward and we are in fact worse off.