i can’t get moving today. i’m stuck in one place. literally and figuratively. i have so many things i want to do. it’s the second day of summer break but i’m frozen cross-legged in my bed, unable to move. i’m weighed down by everything. i have laundry to fold, laundry to do, things to organize and put away from the end of the school year, winter clothes to take to the attic. but i’m glued to this spot.

my inner critic says i have to compete with all that i did yesterday. i had accomplished so much yesterday morning that by noon i felt drained.

but you know what i did today? i connected. i let out my heartache. i made a plan to “cope ahead” for a hard weekend (father’s day). i cried. i felt. i rested. i slowed down. it’s not even 10 am. my day isn’t wasted. it’s not ruined. i’m not lazy. i’m human. i need to give myself grace and listen to my body.