Resharing this poem from last year as it feels like a good time to show a slower pace is possible and that being kind to ourselves is vital.
Being and Somethingness Sometimes, doing nothing Is a very valuable something. The twists and turns imagination can make, When it seems to the world that you’re barely awake. Sometimes, doing nothing Is a very beautiful something. A space to breathe, a time to dream, Not every day needs the pace of full steam. Sometimes, doing nothing Is a very caring something. A gift to our souls, to let ourselves be, And that’s when we can feel fully free. Bexi Owen