In those moments exhaustion invites you in for a cup of chamomile tea, to lounge on her tufted chaise, and skim Vogue or Darling magazine, I instantly want an “off” switch for life. Sit me by a roaring fire and milk my wounds from the day, release me from any and all responsibility. The most severe of these slips of time need and should be tended to, but oftentimes I disguise normal “rough days” as times when I want an “off” switch for life. I use them as excuses to become neglectful of the present and veg on inattentive entertainment.
Lately, this has been evidenced in my bedtime routine. Or lack of one, rather. After the little retires to her snoozes, it’s like I shut off and my single desire is to be distracted in some engrossment of leisure. I scroll mindlessly and snack on 70% dark chocolate until I’m too weary to keep my lids open. I snuggle under the billowy duvet cover and amble off in slumber. I find, though, that this method of un-winding from the day is in-sufficient in providing good rest. I’m not advocating a rigid schedule of discipline at night or a to-do list by any means. Nor do I think Netflix and Feedly are the enemies. I just think it would be good for me to reflect on the day, pray for grace and thank God for His plan at work in my life – perhaps while enjoying a glass of merlot with that Lindt bar. Maybe some yoga. Maybe graze a little on Mere Christianity or Genesis. Maybe read those articles I’ve put aside to read from the New Yorker & Kinfolk. Maybe some conversation with my boo.
Rest grants itself to those who invite God’s presence in. Not only do I need to remember that, I need to be fueled by it.
Here’s to better bedtime routines!
p.s. I talk about mindfulness in minimalism & hedonism here.