Sometimes we just need rest.
I worked 68 hours this week. It was excruciating.
Today I am spending my second and final full day off all month long doing many of the things I love.
Today I am seeking rest.
I sat in my absolute favorite booth in town (a window booth in Dogwood Coffee in Bismarck. Check them out, they’re amazing.)
I planned out my week, a tradition of Monday mornings that I would be lost without.
I drank a Grey Duck Chai Latte, and it was fabulous.
I took one of my favorite little girls out for ice cream and thoroughly enjoyed her endless giggles.
I wrote in my journal, thoughts on things found and lost and hoped for.
Sometimes I can read a book in its’ entirety. All in one sitting.
And sometimes I can’t make it past the title.
That’s where I found myself today.
“Thoughts on Things Found and Lost and Hoped For”
Found. Lost. Hoped for.
Love. That’s what it comes down to.
I’ve found love.
I’ve lost love.
I’ve hoped for love.
Haven’t we all?
“I still don’t know what love means.”
But I will continue to find it. I will continue to lose it. I will continue to hope for it.
“Love is a thousand things, but at the center of it is a choice. IT is a choice to love people. Left to myself, I get quiet and bitter and critical. I get angry. I feel sorry for myself. It s a choice to love people. It is a choice to be kind. It is a choice to be patient, to be honest, to live with grace. I would like to start making better choices.” (Jamie Tworkowski // If You Feel Too Much
I have learned that rest does not always mean sleep. Rest often means doing things that make you feel alive, things that make your heart beat, things that you love; participating in restful conversation, reading books by one of your favorite writers (thanks Jamie Tworkowski, your heart is inspiring), enjoying a hot cup of tea by a fireplace.
Today I am doing so many of the things that I love, and today those things are giving me rest.
Sometimes, all we need is rest and that which we love most. It’s amazing that they can be one in the same.