Why is it so hard to listen to my body and not feel guilty that I should be "doing something"?
I'm whipped today. I came home after fighting the white out snow. Not the brightest of ideas driving in those conditions. A 15 minute trip took an hour.
I slept on and off in the comfortable lazyboy chair snuggled under a blanket with Tink on my lap channel surfing and feeding the wood burner in between.
I've gone to bed early with a soothing rice bag on my neck. Yet something nags and I can't go to sleep yet. Somehow I don't feel like I've justified my down time. I didn't make use of my precious few hours and "do something constructive".
Why is taking care of myself and listening to my body when it says rest not enough? Why do I have to justify it? Who am I seeking permission from? Down time is important too. Maybe even first and foremost. It just feels strange.
