The pace that honors our exhaustion

Small, good things can create the pause we need.

I opened my eyes. Sort of. Halfway?

I wondered if someone had glued my eyes shut, for a flash of a moment.

After the once-again-oh-hi-menopause insomnia visit at 3 am, I did not feel ready to tackle the world.

I wanted to crumple back into bed. Again.

My feet knew how to guide themselves toward the floor. My hips and knees coordinated without my consent…