On the days when I've been really sad and spent time crying and hiding, I expect to feel kind of like the living dead the next day.
And I understand if you have a hootin' and hollerin' party where you danced on the table all night, they you'd probably be tired the next day. Thank goodness my dancing on the table days are behind me.
Today, I've felt a little sluggish. Not in a sad or depressed way. Not in a tired muscle way. Maybe in a butterfly who peeped out of the cocoon and decided she wasn't quite ready for world of opportunity that awaited her. Like telling your alarm to let-me-have-an-hour-more-sleep and hoping the snooze button is broken.
Maybe that's what happens when you turn 60. Your body says, okay fun is fun but let's not push it! And maybe it's because a body isn't meant to stay on a "high" forever. And no matter how you slice it, coming down can be tiring.
So, today, I rest in gratitude. I smile at the joy I still feel. And I put my feet up for a quick snooze before dinner.
Wishing you a moment of rest to take in the beauty of your world.