I accept that I am tired beyond tired.
That my desire to soak up and experience all that life has to offer makes me resent and neglect the rest I so desperately need.
I accept that I will never accomplish everything I set out to do each and every day.
That I have limits, even though I loathe them.
I accept that rest has been tainted by society’s rise and grind work ethic, and that I may always think of it as wrong and shameful.
Today I rested in a very small way.
I probably won’t tomorrow…
I accept that this is where I am at.