A long time ago, a much-older friend tried to convince me to set aside one whole day a week as a no-work day (and he saw ‘work’ as anything that would give me a head start in Monday’s rat race). It would be a day for breathing easy and enjoying people and delighting and celebrating and being refreshed. It would be a day of rest.
I had three small children and a job and a lot of other reasons for not listening to him. I couldn’t afford to have a day of rest. I figured I would start later.
That was thirty years (and about 1,500 weeks) ago. Now I’m the (probably) much-older friend trying to convince you.
“We mostly spend [our] lives conjugating three verbs: to Want, to Have, and to Do. Craving, clutching, and fussing, . . . we are kept in perpetual unrest.” Evelyn Underhill
“You shall work six days, but on the seventh day you shall rest. Even during plowing time and harvest, you shall rest.” Exodus 34:21