Some of these photos were taken from The City Facebook page, which means I did not take all of them.
I have a love/hate relationship with writing. I haven't had much time to sit down and get my thoughts into words in a while, specially with the start of a new semester. I love sharing my ideas. I love conveying my emotions, whether that be through writing or photographs, and sometimes through video (but those take a little bit longer to compose, BUT CAN BE SO MUCH BETTER), even though the only one who probably reads this blog is my girlfriend. (She's kind of supposed to automatically like everything I do, right?) The hardest part is actually sitting down to write, or film, or create when life seems to be going in a perpetual whirlwind of school, work and responsibilities. My tendency is to do everything in a rush, and I don't know what for. When I drive, I'm in a hurry even if I'm not late. I don't cook, because I often make shortcuts and the food turns out terrible. I'll do a photo shoot and stay up until 4 am editing because I can't wait to see the potential of each picture. It's a habit where I often find myself restless; never satisfied. Not being satisfied can be good sometimes, because you will always work to be/get better, but you will eventually need to rest.
I just came back from a retreat with my church which gave me a lot to think about. The most incredible part about it was meeting a handful of people who congregate at another campus, people of character, who are full of joy and love and inspiration to give. But in the days following that, I haven't had time to share all the blessing. I've been tired, I've been doing a whole lot of lying around, but not a lot of resting to gather my thoughts. And when I sat down to write this post, I began to think more about what it means to rest. What did God do on the seventh day? I bet he enjoyed His creation. He watched the sun rise, and the sun set. He must've noticed a murmuration at twilight. He must've let the wind blow through the land and watched the leaves fall to the ground. He must've dug His feet in the brown earth. He must've smelled flowers and the ocean water.
For me resting is not just sleeping. To me, this is resting. It's writing. It's sharing.
To rest is to laugh.
To rest is to remember.
It's enjoying. It's eating with friends and family. it's kissing. It's listening to music. It's long boarding. It's watching my brother be a rockstar for a day.
It's going to a concert. It's sledding with my best friends (no matter how old I am).
It's worshiping. It's praying.
And worshiping some more (while trying to do some spider dance).
It's spending time with my family.
It's being a creep behind my girlfriend, and then laughing about it.
And watching my sister and her boyfriend fall in love.
I'm learning to rest as well as enjoy this life. I'm learning to slow down and embrace what life is now, because tomorrow is not a guarantee. Who knows what it will bring? Tomorrow may never come. And that is not a pessimistic way of thinking, it's a way to appreciate what you have now.
Today, I will work. I will do what I have to do, and then I will rest.