I struggle with resting.
I didn’t use to struggle with it, I understood it was necessary and took the time I needed to rejuvenate.
Then I had kids, and resting became difficult because someone always needed something as soon as I sat down.
Then I became a single mom, and resting became a luxury I couldn’t afford. When there is only one person to do all of the things, resting means the things aren’t getting done and ultimately just piling up.
I can keep up the pace as long as I’m enjoying life and what I’m doing, but lately there has been some unforeseen stress accumulating.
Stress literally makes me feel 1000 pounds heavier.
I like to sprint through stressful situations, I tackle them and handle them as quickly as possible, but I’ve been dodging and diving and tackling for 2-1/2 months now and sprinting non-stop.
Now I’m learning to rest again, out of necessity.
Resting right now means letting go of the details. Listening to my body when it’s tired and tells me to stop. Taking moments to stop and breathe and look for the beauty.
And remembering that being control of a situation is only an illusion.
Balancing rest with preparation is a learning curve for me. I am working on it now 🙂