Rhythms of Life

It’s fall in Tennessee. Perhaps the most beautiful season. Rolling mountains splashed with color. Cool evenings, bright and glorious days.

For me, it’s always a crazy season of working to finish up deadlines. After sending in a book I usually take some time to mentally regroup. Recently, I was reminded again of the rhythms of life—the seasons of stress and recreation, of the long nights sitting at the keyboard, contrasting with the comfortable afternoons strolling through the forest. It struck me that without the two extremes, something seems to be missing in my life.

If I don’t work hard I lose direction.

If I don’t play I lose perspective.

A couple years ago when I was flying home from a meeting at my publisher’s, I sat beside a man who’d recently retired. He told me that for the first year he liked it, but then he got bored. “You can only play so many rounds of golf,” he told me.

True enough.

We have deadlines, workloads, quotas, and we have Sunday afternoon naps, milkshake dates and family Uno nights. People who never take a break are just as annoying to be with as those who never take anything seriously. We have to live in this paradox or responsibility and relaxation, because when we slip into one extreme or the other—too much work or too much free time—we seem to become less human in the ways that matter most.

So, here’s to the coffee breaks.

And here’s to the reason we take them. 

Here’s to both.

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