I have once again had the misfortune of being forced to acknowledge my human limits. This isn’t always pleasant. Feeling feverish, fatigued and maybe just a little off in a way that evades capture with words isn’t fun.

But sometimes, it forces us to do something very necessary. Sometimes, it forces us to rest. Rest, for me, isn’t always easy. I’m told it’s a Biblical command. It’s not one I’m good at.

I’m good at procrastinated. I’m good at doing a thousand little things at once. But I’m not very good at letting myself come to complete pause and realize there isn’t anything more I can do in the moment. Maybe, even if I have to be sick in order to catch the feeling, it’s worthwhile.