Over Christmas break, I was lazy. I didn’t do anything except watch B-level Christmas movies with my parents, work out a little, and read. It was nice … until it wasn’t.
I’d just gotten done with a really hectic month of hosting Christmas parties, coordinating schedules, and all the other things my job entails, and I thought a downshift into relaxation mode was exactly what I needed. But I got bored. Really fast.
It didn’t make sense. Isn’t a lazy week away from everything one of the highest forms of bliss imaginable? Soon enough, it was time to get back to regular life, and whatever small sense of being “rested” melted faster than Frosty the Snowman in Death Valley.
It was then that I began to wonder: what if resting is more than just not doing anything, more than just vegging out on the couch or scrolling through all the socials?
Before we can talk about what rest really is, we need to address why we need it.