An Open Letter to my Bootstraps
Sweet tug,
I am letting you loose.
You do not win an award
for holding it all together.
No blue ribbon will replace
the badge of honor
you’ve made of your pain.
The world does not lighten
each time you lose sleep.
You have permission
to toss out the midnight oil,
extinguish the flame
burning at both ends.
Do not push through,
plow, hustle, or grind.
There is nothing
on that extra mile that minds you.
You’re allowed to rest,
to stop,
to stay.
Don’t keep treading water.
You are not meant to hunker down
and weather the storm.
Take your shoes off.
Make yourself at home.
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Very clever! And never underestimate the importance of rest
Love it!