"A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense...and arrives at her destination, prepared to be herself and only herself." — Maya Angelou
I see you. I know you work hard.
I know you don't always get the recognition you deserve.
You work hard anyway.
Sometimes your hard work brings you immense joy, to know that you can make an impact with your own two hands, with your own kind words and your winning efficiency.
But sometimes when you work hard, instead of that joy, you are met with emptiness.
Sometimes you work hard—too hard, to that point where you're no longer fully listening to yourself—and you burn out.
Because you tell yourself if you just keep going, if you just keep functioning, if you do just one more thing, then you'll feel satisfied at last...
As long as you keep moving, no one can ever doubt of how amazing you are, because you make a conscious effort to earn your space on this blue green planet.
But you don't need to earn your spot on this earth.
You won't be more loved/accepted/beautiful if you work harder.
You already are those things.
You deserve to be here, just as much as anyone else.
And you deserve to soak in whatever sustenance and calm you need to fully function in your own body and mind.
Your existence is a precious, unconditional thing.
Sometimes the best way to tend to that existence is to stop being busy for a while.
Let yourself slacken the grip you have on the particulars of your life.
Sometimes what is necessary is not pushing harder outward, but softening more inward.
It is not as if you stop moving that you will never be able to move again.
There are times when it serves us greatly to generate momentum and activity in our lives.
But there are other times when we need to heed our own call for warmth, comfort, slowness and calm.
Do the bare minimum.
Grant yourself the permission and kindness to unwind, to hang back and rest instead of push forward.