Maybe one day, I can rest as if I’ve never been afraid to hit pause.

I’m not sure that day will come soon.

That’s okay, though. All this energy has to go somewhere, right?

I’ve been focusing so much on putting that energy into “things” that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to put it into “someone.”

The internal struggle of fighting with the need for rest and the guilt that prevents it.

The need comes from my body wanting to sit down while my mind says I’m being lazy.

Carrying everyone else’s expectations has become a heavy task, but I’ve always been able to do it, so why stop now?

So, yeah. Maybe one day I’ll rest. When that day comes, I hope I rest as if I don’t need to control the world around me.