Resetting Me
I almost didn't write this week. I'm more tired than I've been in a long time. The kind of tired where putting on shoes to go for a walk felt like a real negotiation with myself.
Yesterday, I slept most of the day. Met a friend for sushi, which was just the amount of activity I could handle and exactly what I needed. Went home and crashed again. For someone who usually fights sleep, it came easy—which tells you something
Today I made myself walk. put on Lola Young and headed to my favorite viewpoint overlooking the ocean.
No big insight this week. Just this: I’m grateful I know the things that restore me. A walk with good music. Something beautiful to eat. Time near the water. Sleep without guilt. And when I'm this tired, the most important thing I can do is actually do them—not just know what they are.
I'm still tired. But my smile is coming a little easier today.