It's Okay

It's about 6:30pm on Sunday. I fell asleep three times today while attempting to start my to-do list. My tarot card was so on point yesterday, I needed to rest instead of persevere and burn out.

I laughed when I pulled it, the four of swords reversed, an amusing answer to me laying on my yoga mat thinking about all the things I had to do juxtaposed with how tired my body was. I read it to my partner, who laughed as well, and we chose to have a wonderful, calm day.

So, I was a bit surprised at how exhausted I still was today. As I woke up out of my third unintentional nap, with a Dylan Werner steel-drum meditation playing in the background, I reminded myself that it was okay to rest. We can't be on all the time, despite what the world might tell us. After all, it may be 2021, but the pandemic is still here, and we're still taking each day as it comes.

In that simple act of allowance to myself, I was able to write. When I opened Canva, I wrote a poem:

It's okay to not be okay today,

It's okay if you're exhausted,

It's okay if you need space,

It's okay if you need a few extra breaks,

It's okay if you need to cry,

It's okay if you need to scream,

It's okay if you feel overwhelmed,

It's okay if you're torn at the seam.

It's okay if you're just okay today.

You don't need to put on a show,

And pretend all the ducks are in a row.

If there's anything we've learned from this chaos,

It's that you're allowed to be authentic,

Or it might just make you sick,

And our suffering is not selective,

But part of a larger collective.

This flow serves as an important reminder to me, and I hope it does to you too.

We deserve our own patience and care. We are allowed to feel how we feel.

P.S. I love you.