It’s hard sometimes to admit that I’ve reached the end of my physical strength.
I’m much more adept at finding the edges of my emotional limits. I’m even half-way good at understanding that my brain just isn’t what it used to be.
But giving up on getting up? That feels like defeat to me.
But it’s not.
I am a fragile human being and just like all human beings have limits. My body can only take so much. If I push too far past the boundary of exhaustion it will take more than rest to bring it back to working order.
So today, after six weeks of stress, mental strain and travel, I’m resting.
Not just sitting down for a few minutes between chores but curling up with a book and glass of tea and not moving all day.
At least that’s my plan.
We’ll see how it goes.
I really need to rest.
I hope I can.