One of the hardest things for me to admit to myself and those around me is that I need rest. Can you relate?
My baby is 8 months old and I feel tired almost every day. But then I remind myself it took 9 months to grow her. That I don’t have it all figured out, and I don’t need to.
Right now, I want to trust the process. I want to listen to and honor what my body is telling me.
This is how my 'tired' story usually goes: I ignore the feeling and ‘perk myself up’ with food (read: sugar), and it works for an hour or so before I spiral down into negative thoughts and feelings. Tiredness becomes irritability. And being irritable quickly turns to anger if someone or something triggers me.
Before I know it, I’m in a weird headspace and I just ‘need to be alone.’
I go into a room and just figure out what the heck happened and how I can ‘recover’ my peace.
What happened is that I disowned my body’s true need: rest.
Rest is our birthright.
But it doesn’t have to look like cucumbers at the spa, or nestling under the covers.
Rest can look like: plopping to the ground for 3 minutes and getting ‘grounded’ - literally.
Rest can sound like turning up your favorite song - to feel yourself for a hot second.
Rest can look like closing your eyes and pretending you’re somewhere beautiful, laying in the warm sand and listening to the waves lap. Feel it, baby!
Or ... spooning into a pint of MUD and not moving until it's all done. Yes, that's happened and I liked it!
So relax, take it easy, take a load off. Our world moves so fast, but we don't have to.
All I’m trying to say is: Next time your body says: take a rest! Take it.
I'll try. Will you?