The week flew by. The line of check marks running down my to-do list gave me a sense of control and left me feeling productive. Why is it that busyness does that to us? We feel better about ourselves when we are doing, doing, doing.
Saturday morning came with plans of finally pulling those weeds out of the flower bed. I awoke to rain and a migraine headache. I quickly texted my sister to ask her what I should do, because big sisters know about these things. Her text came back. Rest.
My idea of rest is curling up with a cup of coffee, a good book and my journal. When did I last make time for that? Instead, all I could do was draw the curtains closed and lie on the couch with my sunglasses on and a blanket over my head.
I lay there frustrated as I thought about all the things I needed to get done. I began to think about what I needed to do to prepare for Thanksgiving dinner. And then I started going through the Christmas lists. So much to do. And all I could do is lay there. And rest.