time off

I'm often thought of by a few as being a workaholic. Not true. I love my work as a Christian camp manager so much, I don't think of it as work. It is never the same day to day, I build, I maintain, I take care of campers, variety abounds. It's mostly having fun. Putting up buildings is much like an artist with a canvas, the structure evolves according to what I think about at the moment.

However, even the staunchest of workaholics finally need a break. My wife and I took the weekend to travel to Austin TX, one of the most lovely parts of the world, with all the hills and valleys, lakes, streams, and mostly short trees. It's a place of not-too-abundant rainfall, sort of a transition between the timberland east and the mesquite and cactus covered west part of Texas. The area, as is most of Texas, is suffering from a long period of drought, with Lake Travis down some 30 feet.

I got to thinking, my life has suffered a long period of drought as well. My wife remarked to a couple we had met on a train ride that I didn't know how to play. Not really, I responded, as I consider my work playing. But she had a point. I'll try to do better. But probably won't, habits are hard to break. Still, I promise to try. Drought leaves things stunted, and life is too full for it to become stunted. Maybe your life could use a little rainfall as well??