Much like the cosmos, I am energy that releases light when interacting with the universe.
Come Friday, the energy released to complete work, to clean the house, and to engage others leaves a diminished light. I embrace the opportunity to close out the world and silence the noise and need of the everyday. I become like dark matter and do little other than exist; I am unashamed.
Renewal is found in long-term bed stays and silenced phones. Energy sources can be a Netflix marathon, meditation, but mostly from the pages of a book.
I am still energy, and I love Saturdays.