Unlikely Places of Rest

It would be a gross understatement to say that life has been a tad busy lately. I’m no stranger to busyness, and in fact I thrive on it. Throughout my adult life, I’ve always found ways to impose a highly occupied lifestyle upon myself, and through this I’ve learned to multitask and handle pressure well. I cram life full of experiences, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I do try to find balance by stopping to smell the proverbial and literal roses, and taking some time to enjoy recreational activities of one kind or another.

Now, as important work deadlines loom, I’m also writing papers and preparing for exams, being a mother, wife and homemaker, enduring the renovations in our house, and still trying to maintain sanity with some exercise and leisurely reading. The pace of my life is largely self-imposed, and to be honest, I actually enjoy it most of the time. However, the opportunities for rest and for pleasure are currently few and far between. My social life is practically nonexistent, but I know it’s only a season before I’ll be able to enjoy more of the delights of life again.

This evening, I had an MRI done on my knee for the old ACL injury I’ve mentioned in a previous post. I’ve had two prior MRIs and the noise and confined space don’t bother me. I lay on the table for my 20 minute exam, and rested. In fact, I came extremely close to falling asleep. When the tech came in to tell me the exam was complete, I asked him if I could stay a little longer. He laughed emphatically and told me that nobody had ever made that request of him. Thing is, I was serious.

As crazy as it sounds, this unlikely resting place provided me with 20 minutes to lay still and just be. No place to go, nothing to think about, no one to talk to. Just me, the machine and the rhythmic and unexpectedly soothing noise of the magnetic resonance. It was nice; like a short date with myself.

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