I had a crazy week this week, but somehow my weekend was crazier.
Normally I try to protect my Saturdays for resting and recuperating from an insane week, but I ended up getting scheduled to work both Saturday and Sunday this time around. I’m grateful for the hours and the paycheck, but the thought of another 5am morning tomorrow (after no down day this weekend) is pretty disheartening.
I’m tempted to feel bad about writing that, like who am I to feel entitled to a day off when there’s people in the world working 15 days on, 4 days off? Maybe I should just get over myself.
While it’s true that my general sense of endurance could probably be improved, I don’t think that’s the only thing at play here.
I don’t think it’s an accident that God listed “take a day to rest” as one of The Big Ten. And once you get in the habit of taking that day to really rest and unplug, it makes it so much more noticeable when it’s not there.
Today I’m thankful for work and paychecks and deadlines and commitments, but also days fully set aside for resting because they bring balance to a hectic life. And I’m grateful for the days that I miss them, because they help remind me of how good they are when they are here.