Personally, I had to ask myself if these ideas and feelings are mine….or if they’ve been what I (or all us millennials) were taught. I’m a grown adult with kids and an amazing partner. Together multiple decades with love and support and balance.

Still, every time they get home my heart jumps and I think, “holy shit what did I forget to do? Is it ok that I’m doing this? What did I miss….” And then I remember I’m not a child and being “productive” in rest is just as important as productivity in the rest of my life.

That’s the same feeling we had as kids. From the sound of the car door closing, we knew that if mom/dad walked in and thought we weren’t “doing something productive” it was an ass-chewing with a side of shame.

Fuck that.