Life has been full to the brim lately. I am working PRN at two different hospitals, taking care of two young children, and adjusting to home ownership and life in a new city. Lots of good things, to be sure! However, I have definitelyyy been lacking in the rest/Sabbath department.
Today I had a day off before working a full weekend, and I was so tempted to do the laundry, clean the house, make phone calls, etc. Instead, I gave myself permission to slow down and rest.
I made coffee in my French press.
I went to a yoga class at the YMCA.
I laid on the couch and read a book.
I went on a walk with one of my best friends.
I ate pizza with my family.
It may not sound like much but let me tell you, it was exactly what I needed. I didn’t contact any social workers, pen anything down in my planner, check off any “to do” items, or clean a single thing. It’s amazing to me what a few leisurely hours can do for my mental health.
My circumstances did not change, and yet, I am feeling more capable of handling them. It sounds cheesy but it’s true: when I slow down, I realize what a gift my life is. It isn’t just a never-ending to do list, but instead, something to be appreciated and enjoyed.
A Continual Feast 