Rest & Activity, The Twenty-Fifth Week in the Second Year of the New Abnormal

It was a muggy day in the city. I went to bed late and gave myself the luxury of resting in bed yesterday morning. There was a lot to do, but my body craved relaxation, and rather than rush to place my feet on the floor, I lingered under the sheets, enjoying the ease of a restful morning.

I’m usually a doer. At some point in my development I got the message that being lazy was not a good thing. I made a point of being busy. Rather than being busy when necessary and resting when needed, I seemed intent on proving I wasn’t lazy. However, I had ongoing jealousy for those who enjoyed life doing less. That seemed impossible to me. Thankfully, post-Covid, I have come to see the value in proper rest.

Though I still have a long way to go to unwind the belief that one must be busy, I am glad that yesterday morning I could enjoy a restful dawning of the day. It allowed me to find the energy early in the afternoon to go on a short jog. It’s been a year since I’ve…