I’ve been trying to push through this last week, despite feeling a bit off all week. On Tuesday I was in the office, and I have to say that the heat in the office seemed to increase my feeling of feeling ‘a bit off’. I hoped that a good night’s sleep would sort it, that I could keep going if I just powered on. But come Friday night after managing to complete my working week, my body made the decision for me. Whatever I’ve been fighting all week has finally caught up with me, and I’m properly under the weather.
It’s funny how rest feels like surrender until you actually stop. Then you realise it’s not giving up at all — it’s listening. It’s honouring the body that carries you through every busy day, every responsibility, every moment when you say “I’m fine” even when you’re not.
So today I finally gave in a decided it needed to became a rest day. Not a glamorous one. Not a “spa day” or a “self‑care day” with candles and playlists. More like the kind of rest day where you shuffle between the sofa and the kettle, wrapped in a a fluffy dressing gown, trying to decide if you’re cold or warm, or both all at the same time. The kind where even thinking feels like wading through fog.
Rest days remind me that despite what some may think, I am human. That I’m not a machine. That slowing down isn’t a failure — it’s a form of wisdom. And sometimes the most spiritual thing you can do is lie still, breathe gently, and let your body heal.
I’m choosing to trust that tomorrow is another day, and that I will feel a bit better. And if it’s not, then I’ll try to rest as much as possible, although it is a work day, although I am working from home, so I can hopefully work a shorter day. Healing doesn’t follow our schedules, and that’s okay.
If you’re reading this and you’ve been pushing through your own version of “not feeling well this week,” consider this your permission slip to stop. To rest before your body forces you to. To be kind to yourself in the ways you’d be kind to anyone else who felt like this.
Today wasn’t the day I planned. But maybe it was the day I needed.
The Distinct Dot 