I’m sorry. It’s not happening this week.
I’ve sat down a few times now to write an article, but I just can’t. I’m too tired, too sneezy, too achy, too BLAH. My brain is fried.
I’ve been under the weather all week, and yet I’ve still kept going. Working, writing, burning the candle at both ends. Even though I felt the pull to slow down.
This is my pattern. I’m like a teeter totter with one end as high up as it will go. Until it comes crashing down. Finding the middle path has never been easy for me.
And here I am, sniffling and tired.
But it’s ok, because each time I do this, I’m reminded of the wonderful blessing of our bodies and the gift that is REST and SLOWING DOWN. It’s a karmic gift that I keep living over and over again, like Bill Murray in “Groundhog Day.” I assume I’ll be reliving it until I get it right.
Slowing down does not mean giving up. Rest is imperative. Rest is healing. Rest is as necessary as eating, breathing, and connection. Rest IS work.
I’ll learn this eventually. I’ll learn to ride that teeter totter in the middle, where it can tip a little each direction, and then right itself more quickly. At least I keep moving in that direction.
Until then, I’ll sit here with my kitties and drink hot tea in my pj’s. And I’ll slow down, if only for tonight.
Love & light,