Now we rest

7/26/21

I never wanted a blog. I know the pressure of producing on demand. Of the ‘grind’ culture we’ve all been indoctrinated into. I didn’t want the heat of a self-imposed or any type of timeline on my art. So I started a blog with the expectation of no expectations. It was a great idea until … I created expectations! It’s entrenched … It’s deep in my bones … Make more, do more, hustle more.

With this in mind I also had to remind myself that we are in the middle (yes, still)  of a pandemic. A global pandemic that has zapped intentions and creations, let alone 4.5 million lives. 4.5 million lives, worldwide.

So, I sat back and watched the rise and fall of anxious worry about whether or not I am doing enough. There were a lot of ebbs and flows. A lot of heavy feelings. Ironically, now I am writing about it in my blog and then I will rest.

What I have learned the most is my privilege.

Taking a lesson from Tricia Hersey at The Nap Ministry. At The Nap Ministry “we examine the liberating power of naps. We believe rest is a form of resistance and reparations.”

at the heart of liberation is rest