Sitting Still For Once

A coworker mentioned she'd found this site and I've been thinking about posting ever since. I used to measure every day by how much I got done, and I hated myself on the days I didn't. One morning in Spokane, sitting still without a task list for the first time in years, I felt something ask me, without words, why I thought my worth needed earning. It wasn't my own thought. It came from somewhere outside the noise in my head, patient and certain. I'm not the same person who started this year. The old voice creeps back sometimes, but now I remember I was asked a better question once, and that's enough to answer it with.