Last weekend was INSANELY good. My good friend (and insanely talented photographer!) got half of the photos done for the new collection before we got rained out. Sunday was filled with church and lunch with friends. After filling our bellies at Panera, my girlfriend and I drug our guys to the craft store. They discussed all sorts of man stuff (Motors? Carpentry? Who really knows… ) while we ooh’d and ahh’d over washi tape.
Then came Monday. It wasn’t a BAD day… but have you ever felt that “let-down” after a busy, full week? There’s something about finishing up a big project that makes me feel a bit… empty, maybe. Do you get that too? I love the feeling of that last-minute push, and seeing a huge amount of productivity happening right in front of my eyes.
So this monday’s feeling was a bit unnerving, like I should be doing something new and exciting… but I was also not quite ready to pick up the next project. Like I was somehow in a crafting limbo. 😂
I mulled around the house for a while, soothing a cranky toddler and getting breakfasts. Then I snuggled on the bed and picked up my journal. After scribbling and talking to Jesus for awhile, I very distinctly felt the word REST pressing on my soul.
I didn’t want to rest, but knew I needed it. I felt wiped. But I was also worrying about the work I needed to do. “Just REST.” I reminded myself.
I needed to let myself REST after the busy.
To CELEBRATE the things I’ve accomplished.
To RECOUP for the next big things.
Resting is harder than it sounds. Like any normal human, I questioned my need for rest off and on all day. 😜 I felt lazy, but also very low in energy. So, I snuggled the kids. Took a short nap, ironed new clothing tags, and watched PLENTY of Netflix. I ended the day with Alex and the kids at Chick-Fil-A. It was SUCH a good day. 😌
The whole day, I had worried that my “crafting slump” would carry into the next few days (which it has often done). But when I woke up on Tuesday morning, I felt SO refreshed, and ready to roll. I knocked out the grocery list, ran a few other errands, made lunch, and did a CRAZY amount of chores & food prep. By the end of the day, I was that good kind of tired.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned time and time again… it’s a good idea to listen to that little voice in the back of your head. You know the one. That “gut” instinct you often have, but often choose to ignore. The one that tells you to rest. The one that tells you that your new idea is a good one, but you’re too scared to listen.