I've just spent two weeks in paradise. Or pretty darn close to it, anyway.
New Caledonia is a reasonably large speck in the Pacific Ocean, a French colony with all the requisite European flair. And being only two hours' flight from my home in Auckland, it's the ideal getaway to warmer climes. I feel very privileged to have friends there, with whom I can stay.
But this was more than just travel. All year I've been living as if the desk chair was ingrown to my rear for 17 hours a day, sometimes more. I've had to re-learn the art of doing nothing, of just sitting and staring at the sea. I was actually unable to settle down and do so in the first few days, but I sort of forced myself, and then - Reading, swimming, walking...ahhhh!
I may be young and foolish, but I've come to the realisation that I can't work endlessly as I have been doing. I'm never going to catch up with my to-do list anyway, so why bother keeping one? There will always be something left undone, and I'm going to have to get used to it.
I certainly don't want to be as lazy as I have been on this trip. The larger problem will be to keep myself from overdoing my work every single day that God gives. It's going to take a good deal of stubbornness, but I have to give it a try! For my sanity's sake, and for my muse, who likes to come out in quiet moments.
Do you push yourself too hard? Join me, and let's do something about it.