I have managed to sleep in for two days. I may have finally trained B to play in his room and let me sleep in. I haven't actually napped, which is unusual. Maybe today.
I've finished reading book, started another, finished editing an article, paid bills, made some t-shirts and written some lessons for church. It sounds like a lot but it's actually restful for me.
A friend of mine tweeted a reminder I needed - rest is not the same as idleness.
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https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/rest |
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https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/idle |
The biggest thing that stands out from these definitions is "lacking worth" in the idle definition. What I love about one of the definitions of rest is "peace of mind or spirit".
I have been at peace of mind and spirit these last two days. Not that I'm not at peace at work. It's just different. At work I never know what's going to happen next, who might need me. I usually love the unpredictability of my job. But it's nice to have a break, to be in charge of what I'm going to next.
That's rest to me.
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