Summer Spritz 🥂

I was going to start by talking about being drunk on summer—summer being a lil spritz of sorts and all the lovely ways why (it was actually really beautiful and sweet) …but then I decided its too hot for that kind of ease. I’m sweaty, I’m cranky, and honestly, I’m ready for Fall. Yes, I said it.

I guess this bluntness is a part of Summertime too though. The sun is like, SEE ME. FEEL ME. And us humans, in the heat of the season, are given permission to do the same.

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My mission this season has been to keep myself at a temperature that won’t make me absolutely intolerable (It’s possible I wrote the previous paragraphs while my body was just a little too hot—oops). I’m embracing lazy girl as much as I can, trying to reframe this idea that doing nothing and being “lazy” is bad. I’ve gone to the pool at least once a week since I last wrote, and I got myself A HAMMOCK that has become my nap spot while Pinta (my dog) hunts those used-to-be-cute-until-there-were-81083409234-of-them lantern flies.

There’s just something so freeing about not making any plans and lazying around whenever I can. There’s also a privilege in doing nothing that I’m not oblivious to, but I won’t not do it just because of that. Sun, pool, hammock, repeat, are what feel good to me as my rest practice right now. Allowing myself to enjoy all the things that bring me joy and rest are a form of resistance. “Rest is our birthright,” as the Nap Ministry says, and I’d like to think my parents immigrated to the United States and worked tirelessly so that I could allow myself to be tired and melt into a puddle if I need to, because we all need to.

I write these rants on rest as encouragement for myself, and maybe as an invitation for you to allow yourself your birthright too. Or allow yourself more of it. Lots comes up when you rest—it’s not all sunshine and ease—and once you start, it’s almost impossible to go back. But I do believe it’s a necessary step to liberation. It’s important. And honestly, Rest is Everything.