As you may know, I was put on six months of mandatory rest back in April. I was even given written instructions so that I could learn how to rest. Well, a month or so ago, my therapist told me I had failed rest and I may need to repeat the course.
Resting Is Hard Work
I cut out 90% of my activities:
- No email – I checked it about once a week and usually hit delete without reading.
- No FaceBook – Unless one of my children called and asked if I had seen the latest picture or video.
- No news – I stopped reading the paper. I stopped following my news feeds. I figured if it was important enough someone would tell me.
- No politics – See No news above. I stopped talking about it and left the room when others did.
- No blogging – This changed to napping.
- No working – All (almost) of my businesses went into hiatus.
- No networking – I stopped social networks, business networks, network meetings, etc.
- Cooking fewer days a week – I cooked only one or two days a week
- No planning BBQ’s or family get-togethers – I simply attended.
- No heavy housework – Once a week I vacuumed the main floor. I cleaned my room.
- No babysitting grandchildren – Sadness. I did play with them though.
- Reading books – Stayed up several nights
- Attending family activities – Fun and games
- Hanging out with my youngest daughter – The Energizer Bunny.
- Enjoying my hobbies – Maybe a little too intensely.
So, how did I fail? That is what is so funny. I failed by following the prescription – or trying to.
I am resting hard for these last few weeks in the hopes that I do not have to repeat the six months. I don’t really have the time with the holidays coming up. Maybe I can just take things a little slower . . . . Or at least try.