Sabbath

Do you ever rest? Just take a day off with no plans and just rest and do whatever you feel like doing without any obligations?

Today was like that and I have to say I actually liked it more than I thought I would.  I don’t actually sit still, but not having a scheduled day to me is like rest.

In our fast paced society, I think it’s important that we’re mindful to slow down. And the funny thing is that as I slowed down this weekend, the longer the weekend actually felt.  Because we weren’t in a rush, there was time. Imagine that. Time for walks. Time for conversations. Time for a slow dinner shared with friends.

I sat on the couch and drank my first cup of coffee alone with the newspaper and enjoyed the quiet morning. Soon Jeff came to join me and Juliana followed.  She asked for us to go to church and how could I say no, even though I really wanted to stay planted on the couch. We got the boys up, ate breakfast and were out the door 45 minutes later. Going to church for me is sometimes like getting going to exercise. I don’t always want to do it, but never regret it once I’m there. I think we’re supposed to keep moving forward and doing what’s right, not what’s easy and there we find happiness. Do you agree? Going to church for me is a dedicated hour to sit still and hold hands with my husband and to admire my children and to be thankful. I like this feeling.

After church we went to ran errands and Charlie had baseball practice.  Jeff and I escaped for a walk downtown and to visit the local bookstore. I’m so glad we still have a local bookstore, as most of the shops have gone away. I love touching books and browsing the different categories, being curious about what’s new and interesting.  I had read about a labyrinth near the train station and we walked over to check it out. I walked/ran a bit of it and would like to go back another day to actually walk the entire thing, as I’ve never done that before and hear that it can be quite peaceful.
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We had to get back in time to pick up Charlie from the field. While we were waiting, Jeff and I read from his new book he discovered at the bookstore:  Amsterdam, A History of  the World’s Most Liberal City.  The first few pages were enticing to me as I’m curious about the art of story telling and what makes a story compelling and interesting and keeps the reader engaged.  I want to learn more about this craft and to become a better writer.  I’m still learning.

Do you remember the fitbit I told you about? Well, the thing is still motivating me to keep on moving forward, a central theme in life I think. I was still only at 7,000 steps after our walk around downtown, so when we got home again, instead of cleaning, I went for a 3+ mile walk around the neighborhood. On my walk, I noticed that all the trees now have leaves again.  Winter is officially over and spring is definitely here. I love watching the seasons change and the seeing the new growth.

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I’m happy to report that now at the end of the day, I walked 12,000+ steps, which is the equivalent of 5+ miles.  I think exercise plays an important part in the pursuit of happiness too… don’t you?  I definitely felt happy (ever) after.  😉

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When I got back, I tagged along with Jeff and Charlie as they were running out to the store and I had to pick up a couple things for dinner. While at the store, I came across this magazine:  live happy.

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I can’t believe there is actually a magazine on my favorite topic. Who knew?

We ended the day with dinner with friends and enjoyed conversation and great food.  Life is good.  I hope you had a good day and are rested and ready for the new week.

live well. rest. be happy.

xo

 

 

 

 

 

Moving Forward

Finally I could stand up and walk around today and feel more normal again. Thank God! I still took it easy, but I am moving on. Phew. I’m ready to be done being sick, but I’m not out of the woods yet. I’m still concerned about my chest congestion and plan to rest and relax again tomorrow. We took a walk around the block tonight to get some fresh air and it tired me out. Isn’t it crazy how we don’t think about our health that much until something goes wrong?

Being sick really makes you present. You’re fully aware of what you’re doing and feeling and experiencing. That’s kinda weird too.

Once I started coming out of my cocoon and my voice became a bit stronger, I started back at work: facilitating, guiding, coaching, cleaning, planning, loving, and delegating, mostly from the couch. I think my family might prefer when I’m on “vacation”. I realize that’s what I do. I think I’m kinda like a metronome, setting the pace for our family and moving us forward as a team. Do you feel like a metronome too? Just what you always aspired to be, right? A mama metronome. Ha!

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Darkness through the trees on our night walk.