Rest

“Tired doesn’t mean weak.” That’s what Colin used to tell me. It’s probably worth taking a look at where that idea first manifested itself in my life. As a mom of two babies, now two and three, I experienced tired at a level I didn’t know existed. Nursing Quinn every two hours for Eight. Months. Straight. had me hitting my rock bottom of exhaustion. That was, until six months later when I wound up with a concussion from passing out in the bathroom in the middle of the night.

And so began a changed relationship with rest…

Now when I am tired, I’m more apt to recognize my limits, but that’s not the only shift I’ve made. I also try to schedule less busy and more rest into my life. I no longer regularly schedule long days of back to back meetings. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it has to happen, but not every week. My body and soul require more space, more rest.

Perhaps it’s my new age, 40, and growing older that pushes me toward a slower pace, but it feels good to spend less time going and more time being. Now if I could just figure out how to keep these two resting in their own beds for a full night of uninterrupted sleep. For tonight, I’ll just enjoy the snuggles.