I push at the bags under my eyes
Dark and swollen
I keep expecting to wake up
But on another night of little sleep
The heavy head and fogged brain persists
Could I have pushed through my meetings today?
Yes. People are exhausted all the time. They do it.
But I felt it deep in my body . . . the shutting down
The brain begging to be quiet
A day of performative work ahead, but no real accomplishment
Resentment in my future . . .
So I did what I could in the morning,
Moved the meetings,
Told the truth to my team
And got back in bed
I am not here to be a martyr
I am here to be a person
And if I don’t lead by example
How will my team know they can be people too
And rest when they’re unwell?
With Love,
Natalie