Permission to rest
Deep in my luteal phase, today feels like I’m trudging through the mud. In this phase I am extra prickly, quicker to stress, & unrushed to feel to ease. But with shifting plans & things going awry, life is asking me to move extra slowly, extra gently. So I eat my lunch, I sit, I listen to podcasts, I breathe in fresh air, I hang out with my cat, and I rest.
Permission to rest has not always come easily to me, but I’ve spent the last many years peeling back the layers that tell me I must be in a constant state of movement, always productive, never relaxing — & thank god for that. Hustle culture has never served me well, and frankly I don’t know anyone it serves well to begin with.