A needle in a haystack 🪡
What can I move the needle on right now?
Rest never comes to mind.
Instead, the idea of output
(and how valuable it makes
me) sifts through my sleep.
All the things I didn’t do,
the needles I didn’t move
slip into the haystack,
threading their way into
worry. But rest is a fire;
it can burn through chaff
and leave those metal bits,
sparkling and clarified
in the ash.
One year ago, I was musing on the idea of not having to be productive in a pandemic. I can’t help but laugh at how much time has passed since then, how much productivity has returned to our daily vocabulary. I think I still stand where I did then—that we all need rest. Then we need more. And a little more for good measure.
This note to self was originally concepted on July 8th, 2020. I elaborated in 2021.
In other news, please enjoy this picture of my now-husband on our one month dating anniversary. We went on a hike, and found some hay: