I didn’t post yesterday. I meant to, but forgot. That makes three days out of 34 that I’ve forgotten. Or, rather, I spent my time doing more important things, like, being with my loves.
I took a half day yesterday, off from working to continue to recuperate from the retreAt this weekend. It was nice, but hard. Hard not to work. Hard to not numb my mind with meaningless things.

I felt this weird pressure to perform, to produce, to be of value and have something to show for it.

Why? I have learned the value of rest. I have experienced the negative side effects of not resting. So why was it so hard yesterday?

Alas, it was a good day, nonetheless. And I’m rested and ready for this day. Praise God.

Advertisements