I am a self proclaimed workaholic.
Give me tasks to do, goals to complete, and dreams to accomplish and I'm happy as a lark. Force me to spend time with people when I've got a full plate of goals and ambitions? I'll be miserable...
I love people, I really do... but the introvert in me will gladly take a book over small talk. I suppose it's why I need rest if I'm to enjoy the people around me. Rest takes time...
I took today as a day of rest. After reading, tackling goals, and reading some more, I found myself ready for a walk with a friend. The entire day consisted of resting, relaxing, and spending quality time with people. This must be what a simpler life feels like.
My life has never been simple. My natural state is always working, always moving, always striving to be something more... it's hard to slow down, even when my body says 'enough'. Every minute lost is a minute that could have been spent doing something... I've never been good at the art of 'being'.
As I look back on my youth, I realise this is a learnt trait. From childhood my parents always emphasised the importance of work over playing. Now that I am older, I see the tables turned... I don't do well making time for the people I love.
I need to unlearn what I've learnt, to remember that relationships matter more than anything. I can give God all of my work and my service, but unless I know Him and trust Him, my work is meaningless. Trust comes with relationship.
If I'm to build a rapport with the people I mentor and love, I need to be available. This means setting aside time for others and for myself... learning to rest, learning, to give, and learning to be.