Normally, I try to write a bit of a reflection piece during the weekend. But this weekend, I enjoyed the stillness and laziness that Saturday and Sunday can bring. It was quite wonderful. On Sunday, I sat outside listening to my favorite podcast and took a nap. The sun was so warm and cozy that I didn’t even mind that it felt more like a summer day in June rather than the end of September. Just getting outside and putting my feet on the old sand box I have in my yard made me forget about writing, blogging and keeping up with things. Do you ever feel this way?
Sometimes nature seems to pull you away from everything that you wanted to do, but the tugging is so gentle and serene you are happy to accomadate.
Choosing to rest and take a moment to breathe sometimes feels selfish. Because there is a long list of to-do’s that I should accomplish, but I choose to relax instead. I’m at a point in my life that I can identify this incorrect way of thinking but this feeling of regret lingers nonetheless. I know that my body and soul deserves rest but I need to still convince my mind and my heart that this is true.
- cease work or movement in order to relax, refresh oneself, or recover strength.
- an instance or period of relaxing or ceasing to engage in strenuous or stressful activity.
As the work week starts again, I will working more than resting. But the weekend sabbath has replenished my chutzpa and I am ready to tackle what lies ahead.