Tired Mama, Do You Need the Rhythm of Rest?
I don’t know how to say this without bragging, so I just will.
I slept until 9 o’clock this morning. Well, 8:58, but let’s round up. I can’t even believe it (and no, I cannot stop smiling.)
Now, it wasn’t a pretty road to get to 9 a.m. All the stars had to align…some yucky stars, some disappointing stars, and some awesome stars. Think stomach flu, cancelled speaking gig and road trip, and a super awesome sister who came to the rescue.
And when I woke up with a full bladder, before looking at the clock, I was almost consoling myself, “Hey, you made it as long as you could. Good work. You can always lay back down and rest your eyes for a few more minutes.”
And then I saw the glorious 8:58 a.m. and I literally danced my way to the bathroom.
Now that’s what I call rest. Want to know the last time I rested like that? When my daughter had influenza A a few weeks ago. Yes, it’s been a busy month (understatement), but why does it take me getting forced into rest by the unstoppable germs that apparently have it out for us? Maybe you’re like me, and the forces that pull at your time and your energy and your sanity are louder and more demanding than the force that invites you to rest.
Let’s take inventory of our rest, shall we? I see two different types in my life:
Forced Rest: You go go go go go until your body, mind, or soul gives up and you’re either struck down with the plague or you’re curled up in the fetal position weeping in your closet. Girl, I see you.
Planned Rest: You set aside 5 minutes, 10 minutes, an hour or a weekend to rest. You have a plan of what you’d like to see happen during your rest time that (generally) doesn’t have anything to do with numbing out on Netflix and red wine. Even if that plan is to do nothing at all.