When Your Energy Is Already on Empty

When your energy level is on Empty and it’s only 8:00 in the morning… because today is already a very busy day.

Life as a caregiver.

The appointments.
The meals.
The reminders.
The driving.
The decisions.
The emotions.
The constant awareness of what someone else may need next.

And sometimes, before the day has even begun, you’re wondering, How am I going to do all of this?

This is where I’m learning to use my Compass Method.

Before I automatically push forward, I pause and check in:

🧭 Body: What is my body telling me?
❤️ Heart: What am I feeling?
🧠 Mind: What truly needs my attention right now?
Spirit: What can I release and trust?

Then I ask myself one more question:

What is the next right step, not every step?

Caregiving can make us feel like we have to carry the entire day before breakfast. We don’t.

Some things can wait.
Some things can be simplified.
Some things can be shared.
And sometimes, caring for ourselves needs to move up the priority list.

Because the goal isn’t to have endless energy.

It’s to learn how to listen to ourselves along the way.

Helpful reminder:
You don’t have to carry the whole day at 8:00 a.m.

When the Bus Driver Gets to Sit in the Back

One of the things I make sure Mom gets to do each week is attend a fitness class, ideally three or four times.

Some days, getting there feels like a full production. I’m the caregiver, the scheduler, the organizer, the chauffeur. Some days, honestly, it feels like my hair is on fire and I’m driving the bus while trying to keep everyone safely on board. 🔥🚌

But today was different.

It was hot, so I left the dog home, and instead of running off to do the next thing on my endless list, I decided to sit in the back of the room while Mom worked out.

And I watched.

Mom walked in and immediately started saying hello to her friends. She gathered the equipment she needed. She smiled. She engaged in conversation. She laughed.

She was part of something.

And as I sat there watching her, I thought about how much this must resemble what a parent feels when their little one goes off to school for the first time.

You make sure they have what they need. You walk them to the door. And then, eventually, you have to step back.

And you pray.

You pray that people will be kind.

That someone will notice if they are confused or unsure.

That they will be included.

That they won’t feel left out.

That someone will sit beside them.

That they will find their people.

Today, I got to see that Mom has found some of her people.

And there was something incredibly beautiful about watching it happen.

For a little while, I wasn’t the caregiver making sure everything was okay. I wasn’t the scheduler or the driver or the person quietly keeping track of what came next.

I was just her daughter, sitting in the back of the room, watching my mom be Mom.

She was smiling.

She was talking.

She was engaging.

She was surrounded by people her own age, doing something good for her body and being part of a community.

And for a few precious moments, I saw a glimpse of the woman I remember.

Almost like her old self.

Maybe that’s one of the unexpected gifts of caregiving. Sometimes we become so focused on what our loved one can no longer do that we miss what is still beautifully present.

Mom may need me to get her there.

But once she walks through that door, she has a life that belongs to her.

Friends.

Movement.

Conversation.

Laughter.

Connection.

And today, I got to sit in the back and witness it.

Sometimes caregiving means driving the bus.

And sometimes the greatest gift is realizing you don’t have to be the one driving every minute.

Sometimes you can simply sit down, take a breath, and watch the person you love find her way into the room.

And today, Mom did.

And my heart was very full. ❤️

When Your Body Said, Enough”


Learning to listen before your body has to shout

Sometimes the body whispers.

Sometimes it nudges.

And sometimes, apparently, it has had enough of waiting for us to pay attention.

That was me recently.

I had severe abdominal cramps that stopped me in my tracks. There was no negotiating with it. No pushing through. No “I’ll just finish this one thing.”

I had to go to home and get in bed.

And strangely, as uncomfortable as that experience was, something else happened.

I gave myself permission.

Permission to not work out the next morning.

Permission to sleep in.

Permission to move slowly.

Permission to listen to my body instead of listening to the list of things I thought I should be doing.

I took the dog for a walk and, rather than treating it like another task to check off the list, I stopped.

I sat.

I looked at the lake.

And for a few minutes, I did absolutely nothing.

I just breathed.

And I noticed how beautiful it was.

The water. The air. The morning. My dog beside me.

Breath in my lungs.

And a deep gratitude for my earthly Mom and Dad, for the life that has been laid out before me, and for the gift of simply being here to experience it.

Nothing needed fixing in that moment.

Nothing needed accomplishing.

I didn’t need to be productive.

I just needed to be present.

And I realized something.

We talk a lot about how the body keeps the score. We carry stress, grief, responsibility, tension and emotions in ways we don’t always consciously recognize. The body often knows before the mind is willing to admit that something isn’t working.

But I think there is another part of this conversation that deserves our attention:

What happens when we finally listen?

Because listening to your body isn’t always about identifying pain.

Sometimes it’s noticing that you’re exhausted.

Sometimes it’s recognizing that your shoulders have been carrying more than they need to.

Sometimes it’s realizing you’ve been holding your breath.

Sometimes it’s sleeping an extra hour.

Sometimes it’s taking a day off from exercise.

Sometimes it’s sitting beside a beautiful lake and realizing you haven’t actually looked at the lake in a very long time.

And sometimes, it’s drying your hair.

That sounds almost ridiculous, doesn’t it?

But there was something about drying my hair that morning that felt significant.

I felt human again.

Not caregiver.

Not wife.

Not coach.

Not the person who needed to remember the next thing.

Just me.

For a little while, I wasn’t operating on automatic pilot.

And maybe that’s the part we miss.

Our brains are incredibly good at helping us get through the day. They create routines, shortcuts and patterns so we don’t have to consciously think about every little thing.

But efficiency isn’t the same thing as presence.

We can become so good at doing life that we forget to actually experience it.

We wake up.

We work.

We care for people.

We exercise.

We cook.

We clean.

We answer the messages.

We take the dog out.

We make the appointments.

We check the list.

And somewhere along the way, our body starts whispering:

Are you listening?

Maybe the invitation isn’t to wait until our body forces us to stop.

Maybe the invitation is to start listening while the message is still quiet.

To notice.

To pause.

To breathe.

To ask:

What do I need today?

Not what does everyone else need from me?

Not what should I be accomplishing?

Not what would the most disciplined version of me do?

But simply:

What does my body need?

And then perhaps the harder question:

Am I willing to give myself permission to honor it?

Because compassion isn’t only something we extend to other people.

We have to learn how to extend it inward, too.

There will always be another task.

Another load of laundry.

Another email.

Another workout.

Another appointment.

Another responsibility.

But there is only one body carrying us through all of it.

And maybe caring for that body isn’t selfish.

Maybe it’s stewardship.

Maybe rest isn’t falling behind.

Maybe rest is how we return to ourselves.

That morning, sitting beside the lake with my dog, I didn’t accomplish much.

And somehow, I gained something far more valuable.

I remembered what it feels like to be here.

To breathe.

To notice.

To be grateful.

To feel human.

And to understand that sometimes the most important thing on the day’s agenda is simply listening when your body says:

Slow down. I’m trying to tell you something.

A Compass Moment

Before you move into the next thing today, pause.

Put your feet on the ground.

Take one slow breath.

And ask yourself:

Body: What am I feeling physically?

Heart: What emotion might be asking for my attention?

Mind: What story am I telling myself about what I should be doing?

Spirit: What might I notice if I became still long enough to be grateful?

You don’t have to solve anything.

You don’t have to change anything.

Just notice.

Sometimes awareness is the first act of self-care.

Enjoy the Moments

Daily writing prompt
What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you?

Things change over time and you can never go back. Be in the moment, put the phone down, have a conversation, hug a loved one, tell them how you feel about them, be present. We never know what tomorrow, next week, next month, or next year will look like.

When the Petals Fall: Lessons from the Basswood Tree for Caregivers

This morning, I stood beneath a basswood tree in full bloom. Its large heart-shaped leaves stretched toward the summer sky, while delicate blossoms drifted gently to the ground below.

At first glance, it seemed contradictory.

How could a tree be so full of life and yet be letting pieces of itself go?

Then I realized that caregiving often feels exactly the same.

As caregivers, we spend so much energy trying to hold everything together. We want to remember every appointment, respond with endless patience, make the right decisions, keep the house running, care for our loved one, nurture our relationships, and somehow still care for ourselves.

We carry an invisible expectation that if we are doing it well, nothing should fall.

No tears. No exhaustion. No forgotten details. No frustration. No need for help.

But nature tells a different story.

The basswood tree stands strong and beautiful while its blossoms fall freely around it. It does not cling to every petal. It does not apologize for letting go. It does not measure its worth by what remains attached to its branches.

The falling petals are not a sign of weakness.

They are evidence of a season being lived fully.

Caregiving asks us to release many things along the journey.

We let go of the idea that life will return to what it once was.

We let go of perfection.

We let go of control.

We let go of the expectation that we can do everything on our own.

Sometimes we even let go of pieces of our loved one as illness slowly changes who they are.

These losses can feel heartbreaking. Yet they are also part of the sacred work of caregiving.

The basswood reminds us that letting go is not the opposite of loving.

Often, it is one of love’s deepest expressions.

When we release unrealistic expectations, we make room for grace.

When we stop demanding perfection from ourselves, we create space for compassion.

When we allow the petals of guilt, comparison, and self-judgment to fall away, we discover that our roots are stronger than we imagined.

Perhaps today you feel like a tree in bloom and in loss at the same time.

You are still showing up.

You are still growing.

You are still rooted.

And if a few petals are falling around your feet, that doesn’t mean you’re failing.

It may simply mean you’re in the middle of becoming.

So stand tall, dear caregiver.

Let the petals fall where they may.

Trust the roots.

Trust the season.

And trust that God is nurturing life within you, even when something beautiful is being released.

#Caregiving is not about holding on to everything. It’s about learning what can be lovingly released. 🌿💛

Living One Day at A Time

Loved one gets a diagnosis of cancer

    Feelings: fear, overwhelm, worry

    Actions: staying positive, praying for guidance on what to do next

Waiting for MD for referrals and future appointments.  Days become weeks

    Feeling:  frustration, impatience, anger

    Actions:  restlessness, praying that we hear from the MD office soon and get dates in near future

Received dates for biopsy and surgery

    Feeling:  elation, gratefull

    Actions:  praise & prayer for quick dates and for slow growth of tumors

Day of Biopsy

    Feelings:  hopeful, worry

    Actions:  prayer

MD after Biopsy – Location & Findings

    Feelings:  positive, blessed, thankful

    Actions:  praise and prayer

Call from MD – High Grade Diagnosis

    Feelings:  let down, frustrated, thankful

    Actions:  prayer

Day Before Surgery

    Feelings:  cautionary, hopeful, grateful

    Actions: time spent with loved one,        capturing every second, praying for God’s will and a healthy outcome.

Day of Surgery

    Feelings: exhaustion, hopeful, love, worry

    Actions:  prayer, asking for prayer for community groups, church, friends.

You Don’t Get a Trophy for “Suffering Through It”

We’ve romanticized resilience to the point where we confuse endurance with strength. We walk into the storm. We get battered. We can barely stand. And instead of asking “why am I still out here?” — we grip tighter, lean into the wind, and tell ourselves this is what warriors do. But here’s what nobody talks about: sometimes the bravest thing isn’t pushing through. It’s stepping out of the rain entirely.

We do all the things. We journal. We pray. We deep breathe. We therapy our way through it. We white-knuckle the hard seasons and call it growth. And sometimes — yes — that IS the work. But sometimes? We’re just wet, cold, and too proud to come inside.

There’s a difference between a season that’s building you and a situation that’s just draining you. One leaves you stronger. The other just leaves you tired.

So, let me ask you something, and be honest: What are you currently enduring that you actually have the power to walk away from? Not every storm is yours to weather. Not every hard thing is a lesson. Some things are just hard — and you are allowed to put them down. Strength isn’t only found in staying. Sometimes it lives in the decision to stop suffering for suffering’s sake — and choosing yourself instead. You’re allowed to come inside. 🌧️

Life Can Feel Like a Battlefield

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Some days feel like a battlefield, the long list of to do’s, the last minute “emergencies” of loved ones, the constant on the go that happens everyday. 

Some days I feel equiped to take it on and do all the things, other days I’d love to stay in bed.  Can you relate?

You wake up and the armor feels heavy.
The fight is real — but your human strength just isn’t there.

So you do the only thing left.
You get on your knees.

Because when you can’t suit up,
you get down on your knees.
And that’s where the real battle is won.

“Put on the full armor of God.” — Ephesians 6:11

The hardships of grief

What started out as a normal day turned quickly. Our pup Athena was still in bed, when my mom was looking to walk her. She seemed to be a bit slower and  tired. I made an appointment that am at the vet office.  We took 2 cars knowing she would be coming home with Mom, and I would go from there to my office.  After some x-rays we learn that she had two tumors on either side of her heart making it difficult for her to breathe.

She didn’t come home.  My husband met us at the vet office.  We cried, we loved on her as best we could knowing that it was the last time. 

We left her there and went all home to a house that felt so empty.  We shed so many tears and shared memories of all her silliness.  We couldn’t sleep or eat.  Just feeling lost and out of balance.   

Mom was especially lonely during the day when we went to work, no more walking buddy in the morning, no one to talk too when we were at work. 

It’s been just shy of a year, we still shed tears and smile when we see pictures of her.  She will always hold a piece of our heart.

We have made room for a new pup, but her presence is still missed each and every day.  The loss is still felt but our perspective is different we realize how lucky we were to have 14 years with her.  

Grief is a crazy thing, it comes in waves, sometimes  crashing down all around you and other times just gently pulling you in.