Beth and I just returned yesterday from a purely wonderful ten-day vacation to Florida. We borrowed a tactic from a co-worker of mine who took a two-week vacation earlier this year. As she explained it, the first week is for deflating from the rat race and reminding yourself how to relax. The second week is real vacation - a sabbatical among sabbaths. Well, we couldn't take a full two weeks, but ten days did the trick. The first three or so we spent alone on the beach, catching rays and reading books and remembering what it was like to focus on each other almost completely. The rest of the trip was spent at Disney World with both of our families - lots of fun, lots of doing, lots of seeing.
On the flight home yesterday, I spent a lot of time thinking how the vacation had slowed me down to a much healthier pace - an important consideration as we've been discussing at church over the last few weeks - and that I was going to have to speed up to catch back up with my life here in Indy. That thought was unsettling and perplexing. Why should I have to speed back up? I don't really want to. I want to maintain a pace that let's me breathe once in a while and enjoy the things that I'm doing - not focus on getting them done so I can move on to the next thing.
Sigh....I don't know... How do you live in this community without keeping a fast pace? How do you have relationships that matter without sacrificing a few weeknights at home with your family?
I don't have jet lag. I think have life lag.
Monday, October 22, 2007
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We are constantly struggling with this. It was especially clear after seeing the slower pace that Europeans live in.
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