Six days a week, we write. We work hard. We enter contests. We “perform.” We share our gifts with the world, even if it causes us nervous breakdowns, anxiety, or plain old stage fright. We want to touch people with our words. We want them to be changed. And so we work.
One day a week, though, we don’t. One day a week we rest.
You rest because you just entered a writing contest. Or because you have a writing contest you’re about to enter. Or because you’re in the middle of one. You rest because you need to be at your best.
Rest makes us whole again. When we write, we give our soul away like pieces chipped off a candy cane. It’s a noble thing, but it can leave you feeling empty. Depleted. Soulless.
The good news is the soul always grows back. It is an inexhaustible resource. You pour yourself out and get filled up anew.
Rest is the refilling.
May you enjoy this day of rest. May you overflow with peace.
May you be a blessing on all the world.
(But not today—today, may you be blessed.)