“Go faster. Push harder. This is not pain you feel. It’s pure pleasure. Come on, you can go even faster.”
~“There is so much wrong with that quote I don’t even know where to start.”
~ Nicole Cody
Hey, Lovelies.
I used to push myself. Hard. All the time.
But I don’t now. I can’t. Something inside me has changed, and I won’t allow myself to do that anymore.
Yesterday, I was exhausted by early afternoon.
I didn’t push it. I took a break, made a cup of tea and watched an episode of a favourite show.
We had a friend stay over the weekend. On Sunday night, after we ate dinner, although it was only seven pm I excused myself, and went upstairs to bed.
Every night, I am in bed early. Every day I stop when I am tired.
I am gifting myself quiet time, healing time, rest.
The more I give those gifts to myself, the more I seem to want.
Where I would take ten minutes, I want an hour.
Where I took an hour, I want a morning, or an afternoon.
Where I took a day, I want two. Or more.
What if I took a week?
What if I took a month?
What if I took a year?
I don’t have answers yet, but I have good questions. Good questions are always a fine place to start. But I’ll do that later, after I’ve had some more rest.
Love, hugs and peacefulness, Nicole xx
