Sometimes I feel like I’m racing through life, making lists that there is never time to complete. When I was growing up, my family would spend a week at beach. We did nothing except read, sun bathe, lick ice cream cones, watch movies, and walk along the seashore. Nowadays I struggle to imagine enjoying a vacation with so much downtime. I find relaxing difficult. But there is something wrong with that.
I find myself and see so many people I know hustling—for work, for family and the kids, to fit in things they enjoy. It is hard to feel present in an endless race against time. Breaks seem few and far between. Got a terrible head cold? Pop a pill and head into work because life must go on. This is not a judgement. I’m not better. But I want to be. I want to kick my feet up and chillax without worry about what I should be doing. We view injury, fatigue, and illness as a weakness. Surely, all of those things inhibit us for a time, but since we no longer live in the wild, I’m not sure they make us weak any longer. How we handle them might […]