If yesterday was a crazed frenzy of productivity, today is the day I’m paying for it.  By the time I posted my journal entry last night, I was feeling a tad under the weather and sure enough I am now developing some kind of weird cough thing.  I know this is not just the result of a busy day of work, but it is funny to think about the fact that I was a constant blur on Monday – not sitting still for one instant – and here I am this evening in bed with my laptop by 6:30pm (after starting on the couch a few hours ago) trying to kill this cough with kindness.  One day we’re invincible, the next day we wilt.

These days I am trying to work with the phrase "You are doing exactly enough."  I have a tendency to feel like whatever I am doing is not enough, and that I should be doing more – creating more art, writing more letters, doing more for my fiancee, my family, my friends, this, that and everything else.  I do believe in setting high standards for myself and establishing goals, but I have to monitor my inner critic and make sure I maintain a healthy awareness of all that I am doing, being and accomplishing.  Keeping this phrase in my mind has been a nice, easy way to check in with myself and remember that life isn’t a race.

For most of today my "enough" has meant a few small tasks and a lot of rest.  And a lot of stuffing my face, as this weird cough thing has made me completely ravenous.  It is unusually quiet this evening in our neighborhood (only one car alarm so far) and I have the house to myself since my dearest is in London this week.  Tonight my enough is all about sitting still and being kind to myself, about drinking lots of water and falling asleep the instant my body is ready.  Tonight, being quiet is exactly enough.