Happy Monday, guys!
This weekend was a blur. I had the extraordinary privilege of being witness to one of my best friends getting engaged. How stinkin' cool is that? Her fiancé had contacted myself and couple of her other friends to let us in on the surprise, and asked us to be a part of the moment. I of course jumped at the chance, and it was really such a special weekend for everyone.
As an unmarried lady myself, I'd actually never seen a proposal in real life, and it was just really incredible to observe love in action like that. Romance and unconditional love is indeed not dead, people.
(Aaaand on a related note, I have a newfound appreciation for XL gold, mylar letter balloons.^)
Since the engagement was happening in the San Diego area, I drove down Saturday morning and spent the night at our friends' place who live in Poway, where the happy couple was also staying. Since I had work and some other appointments today, I drove back home last night. Note to self, being on the freeway at 5pm on a Sunday night is not an ideal move. :)
All that being said, this morning - around the time I was heading out to a 5:45am yoga class - I realized that I was freakin' tired! The past few weeks have included nonstop events and get togethers for and with people I love, guests from out of town (who I also love) and just nonstop movement. Add walking my dog twice a day for 2 miles at a time every weekday has made for a very empty gas tank (and worn out body).
My brain needs a rest. My body needs a rest. And that's okay.
It's okay to stop and breathe. It's okay to take a breather and get some rest. It's okay to take a few days to plain ol' not be busy.
(Good read: "The Busy Trap.")
That's called self-care, and it's not only normal, but extremely important. One of my favorite metaphors is that you can't pour from an empty cup. You need to be full and at your best to be able to support your lifestyle and help others. That means recharging and taking time for rest.
It's as important as movement, if not more. Really.
Rest is kind of villianized in our society these days, with the exception (in my opinion) in some yoga circles. And that's kind of baloney. You don't have to say yes all the time. You can say no.
I've declared this my antisocial week.... eloquent, right? Since announcing that on Instagram this morning, I've renamed it compass calibration week instead, thanks to a suggestion from a clever friend (hi, MaryAnne!). That sounds much nicer, doesn't it?
Regardless of name, it means I'm doing nothing beyond work and existing professional or medical appointments (like physical therapy); no coffee dates, no happy hours, no dinners out with friends. Zero. I want to get nice and cozy with my couch and a good book after work, and actually go to bed early. I can't help that I have to wake up early during the week, but I can help how many hours of sleep I'm getting most days, and how much I'm allowing my body to rejuvenate and recharge.
Which reminds me.... I should probably already be in bed. Whomp whomp. This early bedtime stuff is not easy for me, but I'm making an effort to respect my body enough to give it the rest it deserves and is loudly requesting.
How was your weekend?? Have you ever needed a recharge week?