This morning it happened.
When I’m driving, my body (and I’m sure yours too) has a way of magically (although probably more scientifically) driving me to places without having to really think about it. But today, my brain just couldn’t remember the directions.
I’ve been to a particular gym 5 out of the 7 past days. I can picture it right now including what street it’s on and what building it sits next to. But, this morning I couldn’t remember how to get there. My knowledge of the city started to fail me. I knew I went too far on the interstate, but I couldn’t remember if the interstate and the street did in fact intersect. Then I started to think, “maybe I am on the wrong freeway…maybe? Yes? No. Yes?” I pulled out my phone, input the address, and waited for the GPS instructions.
Today, I couldn’t remember how to get to the gym that is down the street from my house and that freaked me out.
Between the the early morning work outs, full time job, community work, and extra projects I am tired. Mentally and physically exhausted.
They (hyper productive folks and the like - myself included before today) say that there are 24 hours in a day which means there is plenty of time to get everything and anything done. Beyonce is even brought into it. “She too has 24 hours in the day and is touring the world! If she can do that you can do you X,Y,Z,B,Q, annnnd 1,2,3 TODAY! Work, work, work, work!”
This is total bullshit because A. Beyonce has assistants. I’m certain more than a few. B. I am me. I have needs that I have to meet to be my best self including 8 hours of sleep (especially during the week), cooking dinner, leisure reading, and putting energy into things / activities that fuel me.
With that being said, there is a myth about productivity (and how productive one should be in their personal lives) that I refuse to fall for anymore. Rest IS extremely important. Days where you do absolutely nothing are CRUCIAL. And most importantly “no” is your friend. For the people in your life who do not understand that you can’t be all things to all people, that your days of rest are just as important as your days of work, that having your mind, body, and spirit in order is a must for a healthy life, let them go. They care only about what you can do for them, and not about you.
The driving situation was rough but necessary. It gave me clarity. It forced my hand. It opened my eyes to the importance of truly taking care of myself, of oneself. So, to you I say, don’t get lost (literally or figuratively) in the idea that being busy all of the time is a good thing. Take care of yourself. You truly deserve it.