Contributed to New Orleans Mom
How ridiculous was it that my plan to be super productive came at the expense of my basic needs as a human? How often, I wondered, did I plan days like this where I didn’t allow myself to eat or even stop to rest for five full minutes?
I didn’t know the exact answer, but I knew I must do it often enough that I no longer even recognized the subtle queues my body was giving me. In fact, I was ignoring them until whispers became shouts. Why? So I was “productive?” To meet expectations that I had placed on myself?