Power Nap

Some days my feelings threaten to immobilize me, lay me out with a justification that an afternoon nap is the only cure. On occasion, I give in to that part of me committed to being gentle with me; that part of me that knows that loving me is the best remedy for anything. 

I dismiss my whiner voice determined to label this respite as lazy, and embrace, instead, my winner voice that’s ready to speak truthfully and openly, sometimes uncomfortably; but with a discomfort that transforms to honor as it reveals hidden treasure. 

On those days, I take a long, slow look at myself, at my life, at where I am and I question, ever so gently, if this current spot is actually the best place for me. Wisdom has delivered acceptance that where I am right now is where I am supposed to be; however, courage whispers that where I go from here, from this now moment is best determined by what I allow to surface, now.

I nudge myself into exploring whether settling or playing small have coaxed me to this place. I look, with as nonjudgmental a glance as possible, at whether people-pleasing or a preoccupation with what “they” will think factored into my arrival here; and suddenly I am overtaken by immense gratitude for all of the telltale, nap-inducing feelings – feelings that must emerge because their job is to lull me into divine slumber – to put me on my back - not to really sleep - but to awaken.  

Michelle Hollinger is the author of The Sisterhood Exchange. Purchase an autographed, hard copy edition at michellehollinger.com.