When the Day Frizzles Out

Today I felt out of sorts. It was a Monday - a working day where I had full control of my time and tasks. Yet, instead of feeling empowered, I felt pulled down inside.

More coffee didn't help. Munching snacks didn't prop me up. It was just this open, ungraspable hollow I carried through the day.

I blamed it on the bright light in the office. On the unsettling weather raging outside the window. On the late meal I had last night. But no reason seemed to quite capture the rootless elements.

By evening, I came home to the cocoon of familiar surroundings. No bright lights, only the soft glow of candles, and the quiet movement of my cats. Outside, the rain continued its pitter-patter - yet what felt unsettling earlier was now serene, as I sat and watched droplets ripple across the pond's surface in my backyard.

Sometimes a day that began with promise simply fizzles out. We carry out because of duty, responsibility, or simply the mechanics of our body keeping us upright when our being wants to lie down.

Maybe that's the truth I resisted today: Perhaps rest is the ultimate medicine. And so I sit with the rain tonight, letting rest be my quiet cure.