It's freedom, baby, and it freaks me out!
It hit me yesterday and has come home to roost just how much I needed some time away from life as I know it. Now let's be clear about a few things. I don't have a bad life - far from it. As far as I know, I'm mostly healthy. My family? Mostly healthy. I have a job that seems as stable as any job can feel in these times of economic uncertainty. I am by every measure that matters a very blessed person, and yet some days I feel like I need to get away from myself. Enter Christmas vacation.
The first three days off last week were spent attending family Christmas functions. They were all of them pleasant and occasionally enjoyable. I got Sunday as my first day off, if you will, and it was everything I hoped it could be. We had another gathering last night but prior to that, I did nothing and it felt oh so good. I have nothing I have to do today and it is exceeding even my most extravagant expectations. I'm listening to music, corresponding with my friend via e-mail, and giving my sanity a system reboot.
You have to admit (regardless of where you come out on the substance) there are some good ideas in The Bible. Take the Creation story in Genesis. God goes to work for six days creating the universe and then He takes a day off. His advice to the rest of us is to do the same. Smart guy, you ask me. I mean, His job is a whole lot more important than anything I'm likely to do and every once in awhile He likes to kick back and chill.
It reminds me of a story about Arthur Miller I heard on The West Wing. One of Miller's plays is about to open and he's too nervous to watch opening night so he goes for a walk. Along the way, he stops for a hot dog and realizes the vendor is someone he went to school with. They catch up a little bit and the vendor asks Miller what he's doing these days, to which Miller responds, "I'm a playwright." The vendor responds, "Playwright. I should've gone into that." I wonder if God has dental. It sounds like a good job, you ask me.