Can I be real a second?
“Can I be real a second? For just a millisecond? Let down my guard and tell the people how I feel a second?” –George Washington in Hamilton.
Hey people, here’s the truth for those of you on Instagram thinking my life is a series of naps, writing, and travel.
I’m terrible at vacationing.
Picture this: I’m with my roommate from college in Todos Santos, Mexico, which is a village an hour and a half north of Cabo. I’d finished a book and handed it in. Linda, my energy twin, had just transitioned into a new big job away from an old big job.
Here was our dialogue.
Me: “Man, I don’t know what’s the matter with me. I’m so tired.”
Linda yawning while she is driving. “Me too. Exhausted.”
Me: “Do you think I have long Covid?”
Linda: “Maybe. Do you think I have chronic fatigue?”
Me: “All I want to do is sleep.”
Linda parking the car at the casita. “Me too.”
Me: “Should we go hiking?”
Linda: “We should go hiking.”
Me: “Let’s take a super quick nap and then go hiking.”
Linda Crawls into bed: “Set the alarm.”
Me: “Ok.”
I don’t set the alarm, and Linda and I sleep for the next seven days, punctuated only by finding food, walking to the beach to sleep, and having eighty-seven conversations about what possible diseases we have.
ME: “MS? Parkinson’s? Scurvy?”
Linda: Measles? Mumps? Rubella?
Here’s the truth. The only disease we have is guilt about resting. And, it’s an epidemic, dare I say a pandemic (too soon?). In this affliction, the stricken (and you know who you are) don’t feel (what is the opposite of guilt?) Good? Right? if we aren’t crossing off our too-long to-do list.
Is there a cure?
*Diabolical laughter here.*
There are lots of people who will tell you to get rid of your phones, unhook from capitalism, embrace the natural rhythms of the universe, manage your stress, and say, “No!” They will urge you to eat more vegetables, try chia seeds, and book a session with a Reiki master. Basically, give yourself a new to-do list.
Here’s what I will tell you after studying and teaching health psychology for three decades and basically being wrong with conviction but also occasionally right.
If you’re a racehorse. Be a racehorse. If you’re not, you be you.
And…
If you want to feel less guilty about rest, spend time with people who won’t haul you on a hike when you want to nap—who won’t nap-shame you or give you advice when you didn’t ask for it.
Maybe one day a week, say to yourself, “You live in this world. This world is chaotic. Good for you for doing your best today.”
If you really want to feel less guilty about taking a break, then go to therapy to see why you, specifically, feel guilty.
I know why I, specifically, feel guilty, and I’ve been chatting with my dead dad about it. After receiving twenty-one validations codes while trying to get my tax information from every place I need my tax information from, I usually say, “Dammit, Dad, why am I so like you. Driven, time urgent, goal-oriented?”
You know what he says?
“Go, nap. Internet security will be here for you when you wake up. You’ll feel guilty when you fall asleep, but then, when your brain is more rested, you will remember your passwords. You are who you are, and you’ll be that person until you want to be someone else. That’s how it goes. Now, your mother and I are going to try pickleball. We’re sporty in heaven. Mom no longer has Alzheimer’s, and my ankle healed. Sleep Tight.”
So, I took a nap, remembered my passwords and that’s how I was able to post this letter to you.
Just thought I’d let you know.
XO Ann
My daughter has the right idea. In November she took off in a skoolie (renovated school bus to live in) with her new husband (they’re 26) and two dogs. In fact she’s been in Baja Mexico for the last 3 months, living the life. Surfing, swimming with dolphins, seeing whales breeching (whatever that is), eating huge breakfasts, and probably napping a lot (she doesn’t post about that part). I have been giving myself permission to take afternoon naps every once in a while and feel, not guilty exactly. More like I’m getting away with something. Guiilty pleasure is closer to it. Enjoyed your thoughts, as always.
Wow. She does have it right. Amazing. I wish I’d done more of it. I must do more of it.
Let’s nap next time I’m in Chicago.
I love your dialogue with your dad. Happy to hear that it’s never to late to pick up pickleball! LOL
I’m the worst at napping. I like the idea of it but I just never fall asleep.
I firmly believe we had this dialogue. lol. Never too late to pickleball!!
Unabashedly guilty. Or, as it’s been said: born to work.
And yet I’m no longer prolific.
Without deadlines I’m just a lump of guilty potential.
In my next incarnation I will learn how to play.
Sigh.
A lump of guilty potential.
You made me laugh!!
OMG! Yes, this is me too! Rest? Relax? Coupled with guilt that I should be doing something “more productive”. Gotten better in my retirement now, but surely wired to keep moving!!!
We are of that generation, and also our genes, I think. I see you :)/
Naps are heaven. We all need to allow ourselves to instead of waiting for our bodies to force us by becoming ill.
IT’s absolutely true. I am the queen of sleep when I need it.
Oh the irony. So much for Warren Zevon’s defiant declaration “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” The afterlife is sporty. Who knew? Nap on, MacGarvin, and damned be they that first cry, “Wake! Work!”
https://open.spotify.com/track/5L0jybfo2Alj6yxwmFykkr?si=9add64bb6f164147
Thank you David. Hat tip.
Thanks for this great post! Like christi, I can never fall asleep during the daytime, but your your post has inspired me to go do something else fun. It ‘s the first day of the 2024 baseball season. I am going to close down this computer and celebrate summer!
Had to listen to that Warren Zevon song first–it’s amazing. Thanks, David.
Now on to MLB. Let’s go, Twins!!!!
Thank Warren! Check out “Life’ll Kill Ya” if you haven’t. Dude was the grim oracle.
I am so glad I have lived long enough to be retired! I do love to work, and would welcome it a day or 2 a week, but now that I don’t have to do anything I enjoy choosing how I spend my day. After all of those years of 80 hour + weeks and of keeping myself healthy, at 77 I am reaping the rewards. “The best revenge is living well!”
Good on you Ruthie. That’s the way to do it.
Your dad is so wise. It’ll all be here when we wake. Excuse me now while I take another nap.
Night, night sweetie.
Thanks for writing down what I’m thinking, It was so much easier to just read it. 😘
hahaha So glad to be of service. 🙂
You’re such an inspiration!
You are love and light.
I definitely needed to hear this. I have been feeling so guilty lately for all the things I can’t do with my new health condition. Resting has never been easy for me, even when it’s on my to do list.
We were brought up in the productivity culture and we learned it well.
Great post! Great advice! Great… Sorry fell asleep for a second 😉
Mission accomplished!
Thank you for giving me permission to not feel like a slacker. I am a couple months shy of 69 & have been retired a couple of years. I still feel like I need to constantly be productive / doing something around the house throughout the day to be worthwhile. Not sure why; hard to explain.
Dear Ann (insert Abby),
I am so afflicted that I feel irritated watching other people resting. How mentally twisted is that?
Signed,
Ever restless in Tucson
I loved this and in fact have just finished reading it on my bed where I plan to nap as soon as I finish this note. Naps are the best!
Ann, I talk with my dead parents all the time. They are crushing it on the other side and continually remind me to let go of that ten-year-old grudge, coffee is not a meal, and nothing is as important as I think. Okay, I’ll admit this to you. I still text Mom when I’m mad at my husband. She politely refrains from responding. Praise God, hugs, C
I don’t believe a word with the naysayers who don’t believe. I LOVE that you text your mom when you’re mad. She wants to reply. She really, really wants to.