Hey 2024,
You good? Today let’s talk about the foreign concept of resting.
It’s that time of the year when the system refuses to switch on fully. Autopilot isn’t autopiloting. Fatigue is as its peak and your whole being is just hoping that December gets to be December. Or December lite rather. Because the adulting package comes with responsibility at all times. You’re so tired you wish you could go back to childhood and play even harder - because that wasn’t tired. That was fun to be continued.
Adulting gives tired a whole new look. It’s a constant state of being. This time of the year, however, almost makes it feel like oxygen. Like, what is the end of the year without fatigue? What do you mean you’re not tired? Weren’t you busy being “productive” during the year? Are you one of those “at least there is a glass” type of people?
Today is one of those days when the lessons you’re trying to avoid sneak up on you. The ones that don’t make you look cute at all. Absolutely nothing demure about them either. Ones that you absolutely need…
Matthew 11:28 came knocking by my door today. It wasn’t alone. It carried the gift of an epiphany. One which left me with a deep longing for rest. Not the kind where your mind is still buzzing with open tabs. Not the kind which makes you wish your feet could shrink back to their normal shape and size. Not the kind when you can’t even tell 6 from 9. The kind which surpasses human understanding…
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