As I emerged from my drab office building, I was overcome with the power of the wind. I didn’t notice it at first, I must have been caught up in a thought but as I glanced out the corner of my window the leaves swirled. Then, driving out of the parking lot, I felt my car gently shake and a loud clunk—obviously an acorn had struck me side on. Then I knew the wind was blowing, hard.
It’s those gentle reminders, whether they’re nature’s acorn or self-induced subtle incidents—like the time I put the toothpaste in the refrigerator—that wake you up. As we enter the holiday season, it’s important to think about the concept of thankfulness. This year I have a lot to be thankful for, as I have every year. I, however, like many others, at times, get off track. I get caught up in those swirling leaves, swooshing around, busily, allowing everything around me to become a blur. Then an acorn hits me on the head and I STOP.
This pause is probably what inspired this very blog post, it’s what woke me up to the simple pleasures in my life. In that moment yesterday, I remembered how much I love writing. How much I’ve missed it, how long it has been since I’ve blogged. Then I got to thinking about another thing that I love…reading. As I’ve spent the better part of the last eight years working on degrees in English, my studies have dulled my love for reading—almost scarily. I found myself in recent months with no desire to ever read again. What a scary thought, a life without books—my books have taken me on so many inspiring journeys, inspired so many wonderful conversations with random strangers, and led to so many new ways of ‘seeing.’
The other day I felt a spark as I walked through Barnes of Noble, I saw Gladwell’s new book—David and Goliath—and I almost bought it. Then today I realized how much I miss my books. How ready I am to have them back in my life, which also made me realize the greatness of
“A temporary stop in action”
Pauses as I see it are great in two different, but equally important, ways.
They allow us a cessation of any given activity chosen to pause, therefore provoking an even deeper love for that thing once it is resumed; and,
They offer us a moment to stop the chaos (noted above) and reflect, recharge, and realign.
Although pauses can be hard sometimes, we can be left missing the thing that so commonly decorates our life, they allow us to also see the real value of that thing. Sometimes, too, they allow us to place it more appropriately within our existence. I can’t wait to read
Please pause this holiday season.