Is It Time To Let Go

A couple of years ago, I was laying in my bed with a pillow propped under my knee, a left arm so sore I could barely lift it over my head, and dreading the next involuntary spasm affectionally called a "Charlie Horse" in my right foot...and one thought kept running through my mind on repeat:

Toya, you're doin' too much.

It wasn’t the first time I had that thought, but it was a moment when it hit me particularly hard. I had been doing too much, and it caught up to me.

It knocked me flat out.

How did I get there? Let me offer a bit of context.

I'm the kind of person who commits to things.

If I decide to fast for 10 days, I fast for 10 days.

If I choose to learn a new skill, I read the books and take the courses until I can do it.

And if I decide that I'm going to work out every day for 30 days (the reason for that situation), I make it happen.

My ability to commit has paid off in big ways in my life. But just like with anything else, you can have too much of a good thing.

Sometimes circumstances …