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Conoces el agotamiento.  The dulling of your senses, the heaviness of your  párpados, the inability to focus. 

Let yourself go demasiado, and you’ll start to misremember language, too.  Say “pulpo” when you really mean “paraguas.”  Pero, no obstante, sigues.  You go on and on and on without falling into bed because you tell yourself there’s too much left to do, no line between your need to and want to.

But what if exhaustion were a question meant to teach you to let go of what you do not absolutely, immediately need (to do, to have, to concern yourself with), and the siesta were the answer.  Esta tarde,  acuéstate, no matter that the rest of the world goes on.  Give yourself the gift of meeting (just!) one need.  No imaginándote what you’re missing; no guilt.  Tomorrow morning, madrugarás mejor, even if you do so quejandote un poco that the siesta is inherently short. 

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