Resting

I returned to Tallahassee from Chicago at 11pm on Friday night. I slept in until 11am, my cat Edna purring beside me. I woke and I slept and woke and slept.

I can’t remember the last time I let myself rest. December?

Today is Sunday and I am pet-sitting again, although this time it’s paid. I’ll be pet-sitting all week, which will give me money to eat. That’s important.

There are a million things I need to do. I could list them all, but that would be a waste of time. Do I need to do them right now? This week? No.

So, I am resting. I will do what I can do this week. Maybe one thing each day.

If I don’t let myself rest when my body and heart and mind are asking me so politely, without much pain or urgency, then they will ask me with pain and urgency.

I have learned that lesson.

I have deactivated my Facebook and logged off of Instagram and Twitter.

There are a million things I need to do, yet none of them is needed more than rest.

A storm thunders through the backyard and the dogs bark.

I…