What is it with women and resting (or should I say not resting)? I’m sure there are women out there who are adept at taking it easy when in need, but for most (all) of the women I know resting equates to staying in your pj’s while you clean the house, wash the laundry, fold the laundry, grocery shop, cook, and clean again. Then when that’s all done you “rest” for 15 minutes on the couch before remembering you need to pack lunches, iron clothes, and prep the coffee maker for the next day ahead. I need a rest just thinking about this “restful” day.
So what is it that makes putting off and putting down the to-do list so damn hard?
I’m only going to scratch the surface on this one today. I plan to write much more on this after a little further research. I am curious to know what prevents you from really resting. Not just when you’re shaking from a fever or vomiting from the latest stomach bug your kid brought home. That’s recovery, not rest.
I’m talking about the kind of rest you give yourself because you’ve been doing and giving to everyone else all day or all week and you realize your mental and physical fuel is running on empty. Or, the kind of rest when you’ve been offering your ear to your sister, your mom, your best friend, your husband, your co-workers, your kids, whomever and your now at the point where the only reasonable response you can mutter is “Mmmhhhmmmm. Ohhhh. Ahhhh. Hmmmm.”
We all need rest, but we don’t all take it. Usually it takes a collapse in immunity, emotional control, or physical stability to wake us up to the fact that we’ve overdone it, again.
So, please, help me in this quest of trying to understand why we push, why we ignore, and why we flat out refuse to give ourselves the rest and care that we would most certainly recommend to anyone else. Share with me your experience and your struggle in the ongoing battle with rest. I’m all ears.