A Mama intervention took place this weekend at my house and in my life. Yep, I needed my Mama.
For all my "badassery," I had a total meltdown last week due to exhaustion and pure unadulterated stress. I lost it. My home is disorderly, my daily rituals and routines have taken a dive, and my heart hurts…physically hurts. I am what you call stressed!
After so much travel and focus on business I've let things pile up in my natural world. Ya know, that oh so important world that seems to get put on the back-burner all too often. That world which allows us to go to work and be truly successful. The world that gives us the drive and passion to work. It’s a double edged sword. I turned a blind eye to my natural world and in turn I lost passion for my world of work.
I failed to see the warning signs. I failed to intervene in my own life and was soon caught in a landslide of chaos and unproductive confusion. The more I tried to fix it by focusing on work, the worse everyday life got.
I missed what I call 'Lead Indicators'. Lead Indicators are those signs that inform us when something is preparing to derail in our lives. My Lead Indicators started with my health taking a dive, then my children started becoming very emotional which exhausted my already confused heart. Next, my exercise routine became a struggle and my daily rituals went from being a joy to being a pain in the ass. My "Lead Indicators" were screaming at me that shit was about to hit the fan. My foundational values that keep my life stable, focused and in balance started to become a nuisance. I quit "making time" for them. I quit valuing that which is the most valuable.
Then, Life in all it's amazing wisdom freight trained my ass. I could not hold my world together anymore and I finally broke down in convulsive sobbing at a 4 star restaurant in downtown Denver. When met the demise of my broken will power, thank God my big brother was there with all the understanding and love in the world to hold me and hide my tears of shame, disappointment and pain as I let it all go. I had hit my breaking point and now it was time for a call to action. Upon my return home I knew something massive needed to take place. I knew I could not recover alone. I had to call in a higher power to pull my crushed spirit, mind and body out of the rubble. I had to call in a Mom Intervention.
Mama, in her glorious MOM cape came rushing in to help. With strength of purpose she marched into town, rushed through my doors, took me by the hand and together we put my Natural world back together again. We cleaned my fridge, caught up on laundry, organized my children's rooms, put my closet back in order and made time to drink wine, eat chocolate and have meaningful uplifting conversations about how to better manage and enjoy our lives.
With the mission complete and both of us exhausted, I kissed my Super Mama goodbye. Still exhausted I had the satisfaction that organization has been restored and hope for a better tomorrow awaits.
The Heroes of Intervention come in every form.
Mom, dad, sister, brother, son, daughter, friend, neighbor or complete stranger.
Thanks to my Intervention Hero. My Mama!