The Art of Taking a Break

There are good days and there are bad days. I don’t care if you have a chronic illness, like me, or if you are perfectly healthy, normal, and well adjusted. This is a fact. There are good days and there are bad days.

For me, a bad day could mean that I am in a perfectly good mood, but that the physical side of things isn’t going so well. Such was yesterday. My mindset was just fine. I’m moving forwards in my various projects, I’m pleased with my ideas and plans for the future, and I’m just fine with being at home. My rheumatoid arthritis was acting up though, making it feel like I was swimming through jello while walking. The fatigue that accompanies this disease was up as well, and my appetite was accordingly low. Things were a bit tough.

As much as I wish that my positive outlook on life could get me through those tough times, I have to acknowledge that I just can’t do everything I want, all the time. There are going to be days, like yesterday, when the normal things in life are much harder. And you know what? That’s okay.

It’s not the end of the world to say I won’t get everything done. Nothing is that urgent. I need to pace myself and focus on what’s important, then put the other things off until later.

So I took a break.

It was wonderful. I was able to sort of nap/doze while letting my brain relax. I was’nt pushing myself beyond my limits. I was taking a breath. And it felt really, really nice.

Did it solve my problems forever? No, of course not. But it did give me enough extra energy to get through the rest of the day, even if the rest of the day was just eating dinner and relaxing with a documentary instead of collapsing in bed and sleeping through.

I think sometimes we forget that the world will not end if we don’t get everything done. We’re taught from a young age that we must have assignments or tasks done as quickly as possible, or grades and work will suffer–and we will thereby suffer. But imagine what would happen if we took a less frenetic approach to things. If we allowed time for breathing and relaxing. How much more productive would we be? How much more at ease with outselves and the world around us?

It seems like something to think about.