Reflections

A whole day doing only what you felt like doing.

No obligations.
No guilt.

No mental list running in the background.

It sounds indulgent. Maybe even wasteful.

We're taught that rest needs earning.
That joy should wait until the work is done.

But the work is never done.

And a day like this isn't a reward.
It's maintenance.
The kind that keeps you from running empty.

You don't owe anyone your exhaustion.

You don't have to justify a slow morning or an afternoon that went nowhere productive.

Some days exist just to refill you.

Take them. Without apology. Before you forget how.

A feeling arrives and the first instinct is to fix it.
Name it. Analyse it. Solve the problem underneath.

But some feelings aren't problems.
They're weather.

You don't negotiate with rain.
You don't argue with a cold wind.
You pull your coat tighter and let it pass.

The urge to understand can be another way of escaping.
A way to stay in your head when the feeling lives in your body.

Not everything needs a reason.
Not everything wants resolution.

Some discomfort just wants company.
A quiet acknowledgment that it's allowed to be here.

Sit with it.
Not because it teaches you something.
Not because you'll feel better after.

Just because it's there.
And so are you.

Some days the world feels loud.
People pull, plans shift, moments wobble.

It’s easy to chase the next hit of joy.
A message. A win. Someone’s attention.
A small lift that fades as fast as it arrives.

But the steadier kind lives closer.
In breath. In quiet work. In noticing what’s already here.
A warmth that doesn’t depend on who shows up or what goes right.

Turning inward isn’t retreat.
It’s returning to the place that doesn’t move.