Rest. As a 28-year old in Chicago, it doesn't really seem like that word exists in my vocabulary. 40+ hour work weeks. Drinks with friends. Dates. Writing two blogs. Attempting to get into the habit of working out. Other writing projects outside of the blogs. Networking. Searching for a new apartment. Reading literature other than blogs and cookbooks. Where in God's green earth am I supposed to fit in time to rest in that mess?
Here's the thing. Rest may look differently person to person. The gut reaction response is that rest means sleeping. Or not allowing yourself to be busy. Sure, that could be a form of rest. But what about that extreme extrovert who hates being alone? Couldn't his or her rest look like spending time with friends? Or the athlete training for a marathon. Is it acceptable to consider their runs alone a form of rest? To you or me that may sound horribly exhausting, but if they are able to find rest, mental or physical, in that activity there is not much to be said against it.
Me personally? I love spending time with people. As much as I doubt it at times, I am a very social person. But if you ask me where I find true rest, both mental and physical, it wouldn't be out at the bars. A quiet afternoon spent with a cup of coffee, a little bit of music, and a pen and paper is exactly what I need to recharge.
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