I've been worrying for as long as I can remember being able to think. 99.9% of my worries are admittedly irrational and unnecessary. I often worry about things I can't control, things that really don't make sense, and things that have a 0.0013% chance of occurring (trust me, I've calculated it). I know I'm not… Continue reading The One Question That Always Stops My Worrying
Somehow, Americans have the reputation of simultaneously being workaholics and slouches. I'm not going to try to figure out how. Like most aspects of American culture, it's complicated. There are several ways to view rest. Some of us view it as the chief aim in life. We live to be able to rest. We work… Continue reading Is Rest a Gift, an Inconvenience, or an Idol?