And on the seventh day, rest was on the list
"And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made." [Genesis 2:2, King James Bible]
According to Christianity, when the world (and everything on it) was made, so was the concept of rest. Nobody can ever call it a modern “woke” concept.
Nobody? You make me laugh.
When I woke up on this sunny Sunday morning, I could see the November light shining in through the gaps in my curtains. And with my first breath it dawned on me: I have quite a few things to do on my list.
And with the next breath awoke the question: “Why?”
It's Sunday, therefore you now have time for these activities. Things you couldn't attend to during the week. You want them done and they entered the list.
It still feels like a trap, self-inflicted torment. If I were more religious, I could pull the Sunday card.
You could but to what end? Tomorrow will be a new week. In comparison: On the eighth day God did not return to the void and created everything again. Yet you will be in the office again and check on new E-mails.
If that your case? I will never be finished; hence I can't ever rest?
Me and my list: a relationship in constant strife.
A therapist friend once told me, years ago: When you don't reach perceived requirements, it's very human to blame yourself. But maybe the requirements are too high.
Maybe my list is to full. My perceived list. Of perceived necessities.
Excuses. Loopholes. Giving up before even trying
Perhaps. And I mean that seriously. But I've seen people around me, wearing themselves down, trying to complete massive lists. Sometimes because they believed in the list, sometimes because their neighbour had a similar list.
They are proud in their ambition!
They are restless in their ambition. Rest-less. Just like a trap, self-inflicted torment.
Take the ambition out of the equation, God might have rested on day two.
Perhaps. I guess none of us will ever win the argument. We need a balance here. I don't aim at stopping with my list completely. All I ask for is a rest without regret. Without your voice and doubts.
Put it on the list? Consciously on the list? I'll leave you alone.
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