Today, I am not fighting.
Tomorrow – or maybe the next day – I’ll pick up whatever weapons I appear to be holding, for whatever battle is reigning that day, and the defences will be up, once again. But today, I am taking a step back – and a big shrug of my shoulders – and going with, rather than against, the flow.
No resistance to what will be.
No shoulds and woulds and musts; expectations, obligations, arguments, internal or otherwise –
Just a little break, in recognition of the beautiful weather; and an overdue – and unscheduled – truce.
So, I am ignoring the voice that is gabbling away in the background, creating chaos in a futile attempt to make sense. And, I have pressed pause on the need to know, and achieve, and justify every tick-tocking second and exactly how each minute has been spent. I have granted guilt – and fear – and control – a public holiday –
Because I am tired, at the moment, of fighting –
And would rather be enjoying the sun.