These days, though, there's never a day when there isn't work that needs to be done immediately. In fact, I am past due on all kinds of stuff, and the never-ending, self-critical ticker-tape parade of things that must be done keeps me going at quite a pace. It's good to be busy. It's good to be working. And it's good work too--the students and their families are a delight!
A few weeks ago I realized I hadn't taken a day off in a while, and there didn't look to be a good day to take off anytime soon either. So I decided to declare Monday my sabbath day.
It's a lot harder than I thought it would be.
That ticker-tape parade doesn't stop--it just keeps rolling in the back of my eyeballs. Last Monday I tried to read a book, but I couldn't focus on the words as the to-do list taunted me from the edges of my consciousness. I turned to Dr. Who and lost myself in extra-dimensional space and time travel, because I didn't have to think while watching this Dr. or that Dr. decorate the screen.
I have never before held firm to a sabbath day, and I gotta tell you, I don't like it. I'd rather rest on a day when it didn't feel like the whole world was going to fall apart for not working. But I don't know when a day like that is going to come again.
And then there's the fact that there's a whole lot of ego wrapped up in the idea that the world will fall apart if I don't work. So there's that.
So tonight I'm sliding into home, and I'll be back up to bat on Tuesday.