Blogmas # 8 is REST.
Here today’s 300 words (see header.) Hope you resonate with them.
Blogmas # 9 – Restoring creative fertility
As you might have noticed, the day before yesterday, I took a day off writing. After seven consecutive days spent laser focusing, I felt overwhelmed. Staring at a blank page, I thought I’d “use that,” and I’d write about the importance of time out. Once I started, though, it dawned on me how counterproductive it was (not to say hypocritical.) To write about the necessity of downtime, without allowing myself to. So I gave you 300 words of rest instead, and I don’t know if I’m fantasizing here, but I think you guys vibed with it. I could have written nonetheless, and that’s what’s so pervasive about not giving yourself a break. I don’t necessarily feel weariness as such when I’m in that state, so objectively, I *could* go on. There was no actual pedal break preventing me from pushing through, so it was really up to my inner-parent, if you will, to protect my boundaries. More often than not, fatigue morphs into anxiety for me or irritation, and I can live with that for a while. But at what cost?
Ana BCP didn’t know how to rest, partly because hustle culture is not a rest-friendly environment. If productivity is the main path for self-worth, do you have an alternative to working more and more? When, on top of that, your “work” is also your “passion,” well, that can be a recipe for disaster. Ana BCP was juggling a regular job and freelance gigs and blogging. She also had an active social life and practiced yoga at least four times a week. She felt restless when she was not producing because time was scarce for everything she wanted to do. She felt guilty too. What are you complaining about? You don’t even have kids! she scolded herself. The logic of comparison decrees that you shouldn’t have feelings nor boundaries if other people have it harder. Then, my body broke. It was cancer that finally taught me to be idle. Better late than never (I’m not even joking.)
Setting farmland aside for a season is an ancient practice that enables the soil to regenerate. Fallow land may appear abandoned to the naked eye, but it is, in fact, the most fertile patch of earth. It has communities of worms and insects beneath the surface, working to make it fruitful. Industrial agriculture disregards ancestral wisdom because “time is money.” More land gets claimed through deforestation because business needs to expand, and profit maximized. To keep prices high, we overproduce, an approach that bears fruit in the short term. In the long run, it degrades the environment, destroys communities, and contributes to climate change. Lack of rest leads to the collapse of the natural world. And so it is with the body as well.
Sleep and leisurely time are as important as work. If you ask me, the first should come first in our pyramid of priorities. They enable me to function, for one. They are also the moments when I have my best ideas. FYI, I was preparing dates with peanut butter in the kitchen when I came up with this paragraph and had to rush back to the laptop. Honestly, I think that I outlined half of this piece last night during my sleep (anyone else also puts sentences together in their dreams as if writing an essay?) Yogis have been doing it for centuries: finishing the practice with shavasana, or the corpse-pose, where the practitioner lies still on the floor for a few minutes, allowing their body to return to their baseline of relaxation after the effort. The most important pose of them all, tradition has it, as it’s then that the benefits of the practice get integrated into muscle memory, mind, and nervous system. Perhaps, the real question here is this, is a life worth living where you don’t have time for a walk in the park, to meet up with a friend, idle time spent with your loved ones? Are we even going to care about the shit that we do for work in our deathbeds? Even a plot of land deserves to rest. Why wouldn’t we?