I've had an increasing sense during this year that now is a season of rest for me: mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually. After years -- a full decade, actually -- of super-human self-expectations and unsustainable activity levels, I'm coming to a better understanding of what rest really means. In order to get to this point, I had to rewrite the internal script that told me I'm only worth as much as I can accomplish. I still haven't figured out how I developed that philosophy, but it doesn't really matter; what matters is that it's been replaced with a healthier script, one fueled by a sense of identity rooted in the truth that I am valuable because of who I am, not because of what I've done. As are you.
With that re-scripting has come a wonderful release, a longed-for freedom to just enjoy and not produce. Of course I still work. But with limits. Healthy limits that allow for ensure renewal and rejuvenation at the end of each day. Everywhere I turn, people and events keep reminding me that this is the time to reap the rewards of my hard work and truly enjoy them. For once, I have not argued. The results are worth sharing.
