[ image source: Ryan McGuire ]
Sometimes the Universe has a way of not-so-subtly telling us to SIT THE FUCK DOWN.
For weeks I’ve been promising myself a Day of Nothing. Just yoga pants, hot tea, and House of Cards: season three. Broken promises, far from my couch, I found myself leveled on the gym floor. Too many projects, too many weary traveling hours, too many kettle bell swings. The Universe shouted, “ENOUGH ALREADY!” and brought my inertia to a screeching halt.
When you stop so abruptly, so unexpectedly, the energy has nowhere to go but out.
Physically unable to pick myself up off the ground, I cried and I yelled. I cursed the old gods and the new. It was all fantastically dramatic.
Turns out, being temporarily immobile was just what I needed.
I surrendered. I “let” my partner take care of the laundry and rehabbing me back to health (the perks of marrying an athletic trainer). I spent lots of quality time with Frank Underwood and (the Unbreakable) Kimmy Schmidt. It was glorious.
And by Monday? The sky didn’t fall. Nothing disastrous happened from taking a beat.
We all need this reminder sometimes.
So I’ll take it upon myself to remind you – the work will always be right where you left it. Now sit the eff down.