I felt the guilt of "wasting" the day....
I’m just going to share this as it is… This morning I chose to have a slow morning. I knew I needed it after a busy week, so I didn’t rush. We stayed in bed a bit longer, had a cup of tea, breakfast, even a cheeky ice cream together… just a really slow, gentle start. But then around mid-morning, that feeling crept in. That anxious, tight feeling in my stomach. That voice telling me I’d “wasted” hours of my day… that I should be up, dressed, cleaning, getting on with things. And for a moment, I believed it. --- But then I paused. And I reminded myself… I chose this. --- And when I actually looked at the morning properly… We’d been awake since early. I’d had my breakfast, Connor had his. The dog’s been fed and out. I’ve taken rubbish and dishes down. Got the washing out of the car and put a wash on. Checked in on someone who needed me. --- It’s not that I’ve done nothing… I just haven’t been rushing around doing. --- And I think that’s where the guilt creeps in sometimes. --- So I’m just gently reminding myself… I’m allowed to have a slow morning. I’m allowed to rest. I’m allowed to ease into the day. --- The day’s not gone. I’ll still do a few bits, we’ll probably get out for some fresh air, maybe have a cosy movie later… But right now, I’m just letting it be what it is. --- Just a very real moment 🤍