I’m back from my crazy epic road trip, and phew! It was exhausting! We drove almost 8000 km (almost 5000 miles) in two weeks. In that time we visited with spiritual family, close relatives and extended family at a reunion, and a few friends.
Coming home, we had one day, kind of, before driving down island for Vancouver Island Pagan Pride Day. I say kind of because we had some car issues to deal with for my son, and a Full Moon ritual in that one day.
Loading the van for Pagan Pride on Friday night, I took a misstep and fell. I went all the way down, hurting my hand, wrist, shoulder, hip and back in the impact. I powered through the day on Saturday, thanks to ibuprofen and Tylenol. However, I was hurting a LOT on the drive home.
Thankfully, I had the foresight to NOT book a market for myself on Sunday. I knew I would need the rest after the trip. I wasn’t anticipating additional injury.
I was exhausted on Sunday. I mean, really, truly, fully exhausted. I slept in. I took my time stretching, hoping to ease some sore muscles. I watched videos, and cross-stitched. When I couldn’t keep my eyes open, I took a nap. Watched some more videos, and did some more stitching. Did I mention that I stayed in my pajamas in bed all day? Then I went to bed early.
All day I kept thinking about how much my body was working to heal the injuries, and that must be why I was so tired. I am grateful that it works so hard for me, and that I had the day to do nothing. And yes, a tiny part of me was feeling guilty about not doing anything, and I really ought to go to the store or take a walk. The exhaustion won.
Today when someone shared the image in this post in a Facebook group I am in, I looked at it and thought, wow! I was resting in so many different ways! The only one I didn’t have was number 1, and even that is arguable. I was alone, in the safe space of my room, doing something unproductive, connecting with art, with no responsibilities and not helping anyone except myself.
And I felt so much better on Monday morning! Sure, there were still some sore spots, aches and pains. And I was able to get up and face the day more or less joyfully and gratefully.
One of these days, I’ll actually schedule more of those kinds of days into my life.
Yeah, sure…
Blessings,
Mary