I was a jerk to my husband.
My husband was scheduled to attend a conference for pastors in New York City and asked if I’d like to come along. We hadn’t been to New York City before, and while the conference was just a quick overnight trip, any chance to get away as a couple is like a dream come true.
A year or two ago, any type of get-away for the two of us was seemingly impossible. Our children with behavior needs were at their height of difficulty. Finding respite for our pre-teen was nearly impossible. For several months my husband even lived outside of our home with our son because of safety issues.
Some of you are reading my post here today with an inward cry of, “Must be nice! I haven’t had a get-away in years.” Please understand that I get you. There are life seasons where the chance to get a break is hard to come by. (Keep reading because I have advice for you.)
Now our situation has changed. Our son with intense needs is living at a residential treatment facility. Our youngest son’s behaviors have calmed with the separation this has afforded between the boys.
The house is quieter these days, and we are each working toward recovery.
So when we finally had the chance to get away as a couple, why was my attitude so foul?
I Could Not Enjoy It
During the trip, my attitude was ridiculously childish.
I wanted to relax and enjoy the beautiful drive and time away with my sweetheart. Instead, with each passing mile my attitude became more surly and black.
My husband tried to reach out a few times, offering friendly chatter and finally asking me outright what was wrong.
“Nothing’s wrong, why would anything be WRONG?” I replied. (I cringe now, but it seemed perfectly reasonable at the time.)
Mike finally gave up and retreated into his own silence. This only fueled my anger.
I began the type of internal dialog that never leads anywhere positive:
He doesn’t care about my feelings.
He never asks what’s going on with me.
Why did he bring me on this stupid trip anyway?
“You could have raised any issue with me, and I would have had a negative response. Retirement? Not enough saved. Supper? No good recipe. You think the sky is blue? Well, it’s not blue enough!”
That was me on this trip.
The hotel was lovely. My husband was gracious. The scenery was gorgeous.
I couldn’t handle it.
I remember at one point actually thinking, “Sara, you are being a stupid jerk. Stop this or you will ruin the entire trip.”
I wanted to self-correct but I was so far down the road, turning back seemed insurmountable.
I even prayed and asked God to fix my attitude. God wasn’t quick to step in and work a miraculous turn-around.
After years of being always on, in charge, and on high alert for the next catastrophe, I couldn’t relax and let go of my hyper-vigilance. (This is a sign of Secondary Trauma. Read more about it here.)
How do you relax after years of living in a state where relaxing is impossible?
Learning to Rest with Open Space
As painful as it is to remember (and share with you), I learned important lessons during that trip.
Resting is a skill.
Like any skill, resting gets better with repetition.
When we got home, I realized I needed to get better at this resting thing.
Like the true Type A that I am, I set got on it with fever.
I would create lists!
I would recover like a champ!
I would rest, gosh darn it, and I would be good at it if it’s the last thing I do!
But rest doesn’t work like that.
You can’t work your way into resting.
You can’t demand it.
You can to plan for it, sure, but ultimately recovery happens during the open spaces.
Open spaces are scary for those of us whose live life by to-do lists, and those to-do lists have sub-lists.
I’ve stepped into the open space now, and if you are a person who is not so good at resting, I’m here to tell you the water is mighty fine.
3 Ways to Rest When You are Bad at Resting
When I was training for triathlons, one of our coaches told us, “Train hard. Rest harder. You don’t get stronger during the work. You get stronger during the recovery.”
Now is my time to get stronger by resting.
If you struggle with allowing yourself rest too, here are 3 ways to rest when you are bad at resting.
- Go to the source. You can do self-care all you want, but you’ll continue to turn up empty without heading to the Creator of Life. God has the power to heal your soul in ways that are not possible when you attempt to go it alone. Consider Matthew 11:28-30, “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” I am committed to daily Bible reading and prayer time that starts my day before I open any other app or read any other words.
- Recover while you are going. This is another skill I learned from a triathlon coach. She told us, “For long distance workouts, you have to learn to recover while you are going.” We were biking up the side of a Colorado mountain at the time, so my initial reaction to this advice was, “Thanks, but what the flip are you even talking about.” I did not understand how on earth can a person could rest while she’s in the middle of horrible pain — yet it is possible. Take those small moments to rest in between the crazy, and savor them like no one’s business. Go for a walk. Sit with a magazine. Nap. Write. Paint. Call a friend. Do this on purpose.
- Allow for open space. This is the most simple and yet for me the toughest way to rest. Space has opened in my life, and oh the temptation is enticing to fill it! Instead, I’m allowing the space to be there. Plan white space on your calendar. At times I simply sit and savor quiet time, without a plan. Can I be honest and tell you I find this uncomfortable? I sit with that, too and let it be there. I spend time with my family without a specific plan for what we will do or how we will progress. We simply are there, together. We talk or we are quiet. We do something or we are still.
Rest comes in many forms, many not what I first pictured rest to be. Rest might be Bible reading and journaling, a bike ride, or playing a video game. Rest may be talk or silence.
But first, open space in your life for rest to come.
Do you have space in your life for rest or are you bad at resting? Share about it in the comments below.