Today I found out that a good friend of mind had a heart attack. It’s scary when you’re in your fifties and you get struck by one, but what if you’re thirty-one like she is? It’s downright frightening.
Now months of not paying attention to the warning signs of her body, she’s had a heart attack and just been released from hospital. She was finally forced to slow down and forced to take some rest. I learnt this hard lesson myself several years ago. I was living the fast life, working hard and playing hard. I suffered what I think was my own version of a nervous breakdown (low energy, no fun to be around, crying over spilled milk, relationship issues, and generally just burnt out). I was given some time off work and when I came back, I quit. To the astonishment and wonder of all of those around me, I let go of the one thing that I thought gave me my identity and happiness. My job.