Break Time

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I’ve decided to give myself a little break. No dissertation work, or even thoughts about the dissertation. A dissertation vacation you might say.

Why? Because I don’t want to end up in the hospital again, away from my family. Because I don’t want to have a miserable year, caught in a slump that has me working at 50% instead of at 90%. Because I don’t want this to be that deep. That serious. Serious enough to sacrifice my health.

I got some advice from a professional woman I respect very highly that I should consider taking a year off to get better, to truly heal. What’s the worse that would happen? She recounted how black women tend to work themselves into the ground, knowing they need help but refusing to ask for it, knowing they need time off but unable to admit that need.

A year off, or rather a year added, would be divine. A year to collect data and then a year to write it up would be fantastic. Sometimes I feel robbed of a year by getting the JD, because I have to fit all of my dissertating in one year. But it is what it is. And I don’t have another year. There’s only this.

So instead of a year, I’m taking ten days. Ten days to run, to do yoga, to paint, to nap, to cook and to pray. Praying being most important. To let The Lord hear the cries of my heart for healing. To be able to meditate on the word where Jesus invites me to lay my burden on him and instead take up his burden, which is remarkably lighter.

Sometimes I don’t feel deserving and that stops me, but then I remember that none of us are deserving. I’m not special. I’m. Not. Special. That thought both calms and terrifies me. It both relieves anxiety and ramps it up.

Today another person I respect told me he was proud of me. I shook my head, and said thanks, and then he said, “you have a lot of things to be proud of.” Depression and anxiety make those words dead. But I’m committed to breathing life into them. As I run, as I asana, as I paint and as I pray, I’m breathing life into those words.

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3 thoughts on “Break Time

  1. The roses are beautiful!

    I am glad you are giving yourself these 10 days. I took a day yesterday. Wasn’t exactly on the schedule of expectations for me, but sometimes you have to do what is best for the long run.

    By the way, I think the miracle of our creation is that while we may be one among the innumerable, each one of is is special and unique to and recognized and loved by God. Of course, you know that, but sometimes we need to hear it. Not deserving anything on our own merits has nothing to do with being granted the grace and love of God–because that is the essence of God. Likewise, we may not deserve anything more than any other of our brothers and sisters, but we all can approach the throne of God and we also all must serve and love one another and help carry each other’s burdens. We should all be special to each other, just as we are each special to God.

    Kate @ BJJ, Law, and Living

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    1. Kate — thank you for that reminder. I still am so amazed at how much god loves us, and that I don’t have to DO anything to be able to receive that love. I guess I grew up feeling like love had to be earned, so this concept of love and grace to each and every one of us according to our unique need is just… Mind boggling.

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