Restoration: the act of restoring; renewal, revival, or reestablishment :: restitution of something taken away or lost.
I sort of mentally beat myself up today. I found myself criticizing the fact that I:
stayed awake to 3a watching the new season of Queer Eye on Sat
slept in until 1pm on Sun
had a raging migraine on Sun
made poor dietary choices during the weekend
Then it hit me.
I wasn’t being lazy or a sloth. I wasn’t avoiding the world.
I was in restoration mode.
I remembered, that during the last 2 weeks, I’ve been go, go, go and that it included:
5 training sessions
6 yoga sessions
An impromptu girls night out
2 concerts (Death Cab for Cutie and Bunt)
30km walk for Coastrek
2 infrared sauna sessions
1 NormaTec session
Goodbye drinks x 2
An engagement party
I am mentally, physically and socially tired.
Sometimes I forget that being an introvert requires more than solitude and quiet.
It requires rest. Physical rest.
Doing nothing more than staring at a wall or the back of my eyelids.
While I schedule one weekend a month for myself called “Hermiting Weekend”, I don’t always allow myself to physically rest.
Today, I didn’t have the option. My body and mind just didn’t move.
And it was okay.
I needed to restore myself physically.
I needed a day of self care that didn’t include moving.
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