Without rest

I could not stop working for even a second: I would come home and keep thinking about what I had left unfinished, I would go to bed and was only able review the tasks I had to do the next morning. I was beat, and truly overworked. The truth is that I had missed several of the important moments in my children's life for not being able to reschedule meetings at work, I had missed family birthdays because I was so exhausted that I could only go to bed without eating dinner.


I understood when my daughter chastised me: "you forgot my event at school", and it devastated me. I understood that I had to make a change and rearrange my priorities. I began to put limits on my work. Although it was not easy for me, I started delegating tasks and soon I was more present at home and sharing with my family. That is when the days of rest began to become days of communion, reflection, and prayer (a habit I had postponed because of my workload). Little by little, I began to feel much more full and connected with my loved ones. I had to stop thinking about myself selfishly, in order to share my time and my will, so I could be present and coexist with God the Father in order to find peace.