I do too much. All the time. I have no chill. Beyond aware of this inability to rest.
Even my days of rest are not exactly the most restful. I’m not one of those people who can spend an entire day in bed or on the couch.
And as I get older, I’m realizing that isn’t a sustainable way of living. I’m not 22 anymore, things hurt, I’m tired more and learning to do a little less is important.
I’m not saying I need to stop living my very full and very enjoyable life. I’m saying I need to actually learn balance.
I know people say “you’re still young” or “you can sleep when you’re dead” - I agree to the first and the second is absurd. It’s entirely possible to be young and make the most of life while learning to rest and regroup for the next adventure.
So I’ve made a plan. Because a girl like me needs a plan. My new plan is to make sure that at least once a week I have a day of rest. An actual day of rest. Not one of those clean, do laundry, workout, meal prep days of rest. A real one. Naps, lazy TV time, and ok — a short walk with Nash.
I do too much. I probably always will. It’s not in my nature to lay low. And that’s ok. But I will make an active effort to take better care of myself. To recognize when I need some rest. And to speak that out loud. Turn down plans. Take a nap. Binge a show.
I hope that if you’re like me and never want to miss out on a moment of this magical life we are given; you start to realize there’s magic in rest too. Take time off, to chill — because if you’re not rested — how the hell are you going to make the most of the big moments when they happen?