“But I read your blog,” she said, her eyes full of concern.
“I’m okay,” I assured her.
“You sounded so sad, I had to call to cheer you up and to check on you, will you be alright?”
I laughed, she truly did not understand me.
Why is it that we place so much pressure on ourselves to be happy, content, fulfilled, all the time? We will have those days when the covers cannot be pulled away from our heads, our pajamas cling to our bodies, and our minds (and mouths) are stuffed with pistachio ice cream. It’s okay. It’s called down-time, and most of us suffer from an extreme lack of it.
Can we not rest while taking on the world? Even God rested on the 7th day, so let’s be a little reasonable with ourselves.
For me, it is more about mental rest than physical rest. My thoughts are continually in a hamster wheel, spinning in a hundred directions, soaking in the possibilities of life. Some days I just need to feel sad, take a break, long for something different, be dissatisfied with my life creation, and sulk.
It passes, and I know that, so I just let it settle into my bones, making a temporary home until the break is over.
When break time is up, I clean up behind myself, catching up on life, and get back to my work of living.
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