Depending on the Day

I suppose it depends on how one defines “demanding.” For me, a demanding day isn’t just busy—it’s the kind of day that feels selfless, nonstop, and often unexpected. Or it could be one of those quieter battles, where nothing I do feels quite good enough.

The truth is, I’ve learned—often the hard way—to slow down. These days, the truly nonstop ones are rare, because my body has become my greatest teacher. It will speak up with a migraine or a sore back, nudging (or forcing) me to rest.

But sometimes life calls, and I answer. A friend ends up in the hospital, a child needs me, or I’m simply required in ways I didn’t plan for. On those days, adrenaline carries me, and so does something deeper—my connection to the divine sharpens. I move through it all with grace, until the crash comes. And it always comes.

When that wave passes, I unwind by slipping into spaces with zero stimulation—my bedroom, or outside where the only sounds are my own breath, the hum of the air conditioner, the birds. Sometimes, it’s a warm bath or a full glass of red wine.

So, how do I unwind? It depends on the day. But however it happens, it’s always an act of returning to me.