Hey friend, Liz here.
How do you know when you’re tired? When you don’t have anything else to give? When you’ve reached empty?
I take my cues from my husband. After I received a brutal round of rejections for book #1 in May (and couldn’t stop crying…), he mandated that my summer break begin early.
Sigh. I’m a self-starter, entrepreneurial, internally motivated do-er. That means I can do a LOT in a day (even in my stay-at-home mom days, my fellow stay-at-homers would gawk at the list I’d managed to accomplish with a slobbering creature around ;-)).
Yet living at such a pace does not bring out the best in me.
I need seasons of downtime or I spiral into depression and anxiety; I can lose myself.
So, if my husband happens to notice my weariness before I do, that’s a clue that the sprint must end ASAP. (He’s a wise and kind man.)
My summer practice of rest has been a journey… but I’ve realized, that’s just the particular way that I rest. I lose myself in creative projects that seem unrelated t…
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