Rest

Taking a break before we break

This morning I woke up deeply tired. I slept well, but my soul(?) was yearning for more rest.

It would have been very easy to tell myself to suck it up, my alarm went off, it's time, that the boys need their lunches made, and I really did get almost eight hours of sleep.

Frankly, I almost didn't even need to tell myself any of that, it would have been easy enough to just ignore the nudging of my soul.

I don't think we pay enough attention to ourselves. Not the looking-in-the-mirror kind, the getting-curious-with-ourselves-and-our-needs kind.

I almost just pushed through this morning. I have in the past. But my soul didn't give up and screamed a little louder. Please just let me sit down.

So I did. And I breathed. And I realized that I probably could do it all. I could suck it up. It would hurt. It would make the rest of today and maybe tomorrow worse. I could do it.

Did I have to though? Maybe I could ask for help. Maybe I could listen to my inner self before my outer self was screaming, too. Maybe I can rest before I break.