On Rest
this is rest...
My therapist recently asked me in one of my sessions lately "So what does rest exactly look like to you Kay?" I had been thinking about this question for quite a bit now. I think part of the reason why I didn't feel "too rested" a while ago was just my inability to even define what rest is to me in the first place... is it just sitting on my couch browsing reels all day? is it waking up at 2pm in the noon?
I think I know what rest is now. To me atleast. U know what i want is a quiet house on sunday morning and it's sunny outside i will play some slow r&b records and make iced coffee and have eggs and pancake and strawberries (my current breakfast obsession these days) (I just never knew that eggs and pancakes are that good of a combo. seriously.) and there's nothing to do and i'm calm and i have the freedom to go walk to a park near a river and watch people have picnics and feel the gentle breeze of the wind on my face and there are no sleepless nights because i go to bed early and peacefully because i have no worries and i can finally rest well.
"So what does rest look like to you?"
Restingfully yours,
Kay.
