Rest

Over the last several months, my neighbor and friend was gradually leaving, ultimately succumbing to liver cancer.

During this process, I mostly kept my distance, out of respect. Sometimes I would call or text his partner to ask what they needed. Often, she would respond, “We are resting.”

What a concept! “Resting” is an actual activity one may choose!

How deeply ingrained is my belief that I have to be DOING something! Now, as I recover from a broken hip, I’m doing a lot of resting—for the first time in my life, guilt-free!

You write it: How do you feel about resting?