I’m pretty oblivious to life getting busy. I think a lot of people are--things you have had planned for months always end up lining up with things that pop up last minute. And sometimes that happens week after week; my life has felt that way recently. And it can be frustrating for me, to get stuck in a position of greater responsibility than I prefer to give myself. I am someone who is extremely careful when it comes to personal resources: my time, energy, effort. It can be really bad for me to extend myself too far in any of them, with it usually leading to a period of depression and spiralling. But it’s something I’m constantly finding myself grateful for, too. I find myself able to reach past the limits I see in myself, often for the sake of another. That makes me really proud, at least until the aftershocks hit. But more often than not, it seems like they don’t. Work has ended up very busy this week and last with unexpected deadlines and our whole team has been pushing hard. And I didn’t really have a space outside of the work day to let my thoughts settle, between various commitments and trying to keep up with “things that need to get done.” So heading to the office today felt like walking into a trap. But against my expectations, it wasn’t. There wasn’t the pressure to get things done that I had in my head. And even though I probably ended up doing more than I normally would, it wasn’t the unreasonable back-against-the-wall that I worked it up to be. Rest finds a way to weave itself into the moments it is needed in. And though I will forget all this when I find myself in the next jam, I am grateful that it does not make it less true. It will happen again; it always does.