Even Superman had to be Clark Kent

In various adventure movies, we look forward to seeing the person who was held captive be set free. But have we ever taken the time to think about how much the person had to go through, what they may have lost along the way in order to finally make it to freedom? That hit me hard earlier this week. Like a tone of bricks, instead of celebrating the victory, I was left depleted and worn.
This ‘journey to freedom’ left my body, particularly my back, aching and cramping due to the stress of the last few days. I realized that I had not exercised in over 3 days, I had cut my time for meditation and prayer down to less than 5 minutes each morning and I was not eating and drinking like I should. I was not doing what was necessary for me to rest, regroup and recharge so that when needed, I could be superman for my kids and others that depended on me. I had forgotten to make plans to comfort and care for myself. No one can pour into others from an empty cup.

So for this week, remind yourself of this small poem:
“I cannot be in superhero mode all of the time
Expecting to be effective and influential
That is just not the way things were meant
For even Superman had to be Clark Kent.”