Long Weekend

We are back from our long weekend. I must remember this. I must. Being away—even for just a few days—is such good medicine. For my heart, for my head, for my body. Last week I was running myself into the ground. Working and still sick. Finally four days away and sleeping, walking, laughing and nothing that HAD to be done. I know this is good but I forget. Or I convince myself that I can’t afford to go away, that I cannot leave the office. But I can. I have to change the way I think. But maybe I have to change my behavior and make myself go even when I think I can’t. God knows it’s been said: God rested on the 7th day, books on sharpening the saw, putting on your own oxygen mask before attending to others. I know. I know. But today, being rested, happy and the real gift—creative—I get it. God help me to remember this.