It feels freaking awesome, I can’t lie. It feels good to wonder about what color I’ll paint my toes next, and whether or not I’ll make it through Grapes of Wrath, not The Gospel in a Pluralistic Society. But then I wonder, is this just that whole “ignorance is bliss” pitfall and before I know it the biggest word in my vocabulary will be “awesome” and I’ll be sighing over my wardrobe more than how to engage the homeless guy who’s taking bottles out of my work’s recycling bin?

Maybe it is necessary for our health and effectivity to take a flippin’ break from it all every once in a while to gain better perspective and clarity so then we can start asking the questions and pulling the hair out all over again. Maybe this is one of those beautiful “seasons”. Maybe it’s a necessary way to remind us that we are, in fact, tiny, ineffective little humans and there’s really not a whole lot we can do but take care of ourselves and others along the way– and do that well. As the phrase goes…if we can’t love ourselves, how are we going to love others? I think loving ourself means letting our brains be silent for a while so all that noise actually means something.