Sometimes, it’s okay.

Sometimes, it’s okay to sit still and contemplate, to think about life and meaning and whether to eat dinner at all.

Sometimes, it’s okay to say no, to one more or a dozen more mundane tasks and the nagging inner voice that says, “do more, do more, do more.”

Sometimes, it’s okay to be tired, even after a minimalistic day.
Was it really?
Getting up at 5 a.m. is reason enough. Going out and facing masked-up building security people asking if you travelled recently and getting your temperature electronically scanned like a car going through E-Z Pass.
Being in an elevator with too many people in a medical building is enough.
Walking in the woods in the heat of the day during a heatwave is enough.

The sum total is a far cry from a lot, still it’s enough and it’s okay.

Sometimes, it’s okay to check and recheck messages and social media.
Forty years ago, it was the driveway and the mailbox being checked and rechecked.

Sometimes, it’s okay to surrender to my mind feeling like mush and realize the executive functioning is out to lunch, distracted, and simply too listless for any good use today.

Sometimes, it’s okay to allow inertia to wave over and consume until sitting feels like too much effort, thinking feels like too much effort, it all feels like too much effort.

I could always pivot. I could purposefully focus. I could conjure up meaningful activities and offerings to the productivity gods.

Or not.

I can choose to validate the apparent innate need to sit still, say no, be tired, surrender, and allow.

Sometimes, it’s okay.

(The End)

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