This week feels longer than usual, I think because in the U.S., it's our first full five-day week that we've had since last month.
Work has been manageable but mentally overstimulating. By the time I'm done for the evening, I find that the only thing my body and brain really want to do is, you guessed it.
(We invested in some COMFY couches for a reason, y'all.)
Not take a brisk walk around the neighborhood.
Not nourish my body with water and some fruit.
And certainly not go to bed early.
Next thing I know, it's midnight and all I've done for the past four hours is doom-scroll through Instagram and Reddit, only to have to do it all over again tomorrow.
But rather than yelling at myself to "do better", I'm trying this new thing where I just...allow myself to do it. What would be the worst thing to happen if, on weeks like this one—where I clearly need rest and peace and quiet the most—I denied myself those basic things? Where has this landed me in the past, when I went into overdrive towards the other extreme?
"Productive" is no longer a welcome word in my vocabulary. At my very core, I know what I am capable of, and it scares me. When you have an obsessive personality, trying harder, doing more, doing the MOST, is such a tempting and comfortable place to dump yourself.
Anyway, if you're anything like this, please accept this invitation to potate in solidarity tonight. Not because "you deserve it" (I mean, you do), but because doing so should be devoid of morality in the first place.
Love y’all, happy Friday! 💚