Because sometimes choosing nothing is choosing you!
bella reese
Last month, I rested. For two weeks. It was long overdue before the pandemic. My need for consecutive days of nothingness became more critical to my being once we were smack in the middle of it. To some, I’m sure it looks as though I do it all so well. Please know there’s a cost for everything, and life is not always Ben & Jerry’s Dairy Free Cookie Dough ice cream for me either. Sure, I may make things happen, but that doesn’t mean that I’m built to keep pushing all the time. We live in a society where rest is not valued, celebrated, or equitable. At times, I’ve drank the productivity juice too. However, I’m here to tell you that being means resting. No one should feel ashamed about taking time to do nothing. And no one should have to work so hard and never be able to live because the sole focus is always survival. Rest is not laziness or disregard for your future. It’s a necessary and practical act of self-love that every human deserves. Anyone who knows me will likely tell you that one of my favorite words is “no.” It’s my radical way of taking care of myself and those around me, because I’m fully aware that we’re programmed to never slow down to experience our experiences. For two weeks, I said “no” to everything that didn’t give me room to breathe, sleep, chill, observe, and feel lighter. I said “yes” to what did. My “yes” looked like:
napping on the couch
meeting my move goal (hello, Apple Watch friends)
cleaning the fabric softener dispenser in the washer
walking the trail and listening to my podcasts
putting up a new picture that sat on my floor for weeks
repotting two plant babies
making a favorite childhood snack
sleeping in (i.e., no alarm clock)
watching the sunset at a local winery
bathing with rose petal bath salts
writing thank you notes
checking out a nearby farmer’s market for the first time
writing new content for my business endeavors
making my first charcuterie board that looked too good to eat (yes, we still ate it)
not repeating my boundaries to those who knew them but chose not to hear me
roaming the bookstore and leaving with a jigsaw puzzle
celebrating my bestie’s birthday in her new home
trying veggie burgers
daytripping to ‘The Gem of the Chesapeake’ for crabs w/ Mom
making breakfast in the morning
not checking a single work email
closing my eyes to hear the quietest places of me
Though our individual cups of rest may not look the same, they all must be filled. Rest, my friends. Rest. You won’t miss what’s meant for you.












