On most days, the moment I’m awake, I would begin to think about work and tasks ahead. Work is exciting and rewarding but it is also exhausting. For a long time, it felt like the right thing to do to work all the time. Being a workaholic almost seemed encouraged in North America in order to attain those goals and dreams.
Yet during the past month, as I clawed my way forward each day running on fumes, I decided to take one day in the week to just pause.
That idea came from reading John Mark Comer’s book, Garden City—a book about work, rest, and what it means to be human. And as Comer described how life-changing of an experience it was for him to take a sabbath each week, I couldn’t have agreed more. The experience was immense.
That morning, I left my phone and computer alone and went to take photos with my father and my brother. I spent the rest of the day reading, listening to music, going for a walk and just spending more time with the family.
Taking a Sabbath wasn’t about getting more sleep but to step back for one day and celebrate all that’s been done—to reflect and take it all in. It’s an act of faith to know that pausing on work for one day would not mean falling behind but a way to reset and recharge.
The experience helped me really gain perspective and gratitude in the reality that all of it is a gift. It renewed my drive and approach to work.
That Saturday, as the birds outside chirped to one another, I sat there observing the last of the daylight that snuck into my room and on my wall.
I took a deep breath and I took it all in. I must have looked delusional because I couldn’t stop smiling.
Taking a sabbath for me meant remembering where I’ve been, and where I am going.
And then I slept.