Athens Equals Home
Rest.
What does it mean to rest? I mean, really rest? I seems like forever since I've really rested. I've been on the move all summer and it's been the most amazing, enjoyable, crazy summer of my life but I'm in some desprate need of some REST. I haven't been in one place for more than 5 weeks tops. (And that was in a different country!) So I'm trying to explore this concept of rest.
What qualifies as rest? Does sitting in your room, staring at a wall count? Reading a book. Meditating. Working out or hanging out count as rest? Can rest be anything as long as you're not stressed out or busy? Does resting mean no responsibility. Does it mean that you should not make any plans and just let things happen? All good questions.
This is what I think rest means: to slow down.
It's hard to slow down, I fully understand this. But I'm coming upon the closure of a huge time in my life and embarking on a new one and it's taking a toll on my inner self. Things are crazy in this head. I've got too much to think about, to plan, to dream, to worry about and I'm tired of it. I'm running myself at 100 miles an hour in a different kinda way. It's stressful thinking that I have only 10 more weeks in a place that has become my home. I love Athens and I don't want to leave because I've built something here. My life's here and I can't accept the fact that I'm going to have to leave it. AHHH. But this is where rest comes into play. It's placing all this aside and resting my mind, body and soul. It's not planning. It's running a trail I've never seen before. It's getting lost. It's listening to music and reading books. It's thinking and meditating on God. It's being quiet and not being the center of attention. It's slowly fading out. It's just being and not doing. That's rest and that's what I'm in need of and that I'm doing.
Rest.
What does it mean to rest? I mean, really rest? I seems like forever since I've really rested. I've been on the move all summer and it's been the most amazing, enjoyable, crazy summer of my life but I'm in some desprate need of some REST. I haven't been in one place for more than 5 weeks tops. (And that was in a different country!) So I'm trying to explore this concept of rest.
What qualifies as rest? Does sitting in your room, staring at a wall count? Reading a book. Meditating. Working out or hanging out count as rest? Can rest be anything as long as you're not stressed out or busy? Does resting mean no responsibility. Does it mean that you should not make any plans and just let things happen? All good questions.
This is what I think rest means: to slow down.
It's hard to slow down, I fully understand this. But I'm coming upon the closure of a huge time in my life and embarking on a new one and it's taking a toll on my inner self. Things are crazy in this head. I've got too much to think about, to plan, to dream, to worry about and I'm tired of it. I'm running myself at 100 miles an hour in a different kinda way. It's stressful thinking that I have only 10 more weeks in a place that has become my home. I love Athens and I don't want to leave because I've built something here. My life's here and I can't accept the fact that I'm going to have to leave it. AHHH. But this is where rest comes into play. It's placing all this aside and resting my mind, body and soul. It's not planning. It's running a trail I've never seen before. It's getting lost. It's listening to music and reading books. It's thinking and meditating on God. It's being quiet and not being the center of attention. It's slowly fading out. It's just being and not doing. That's rest and that's what I'm in need of and that I'm doing.
Rest.
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