Monday, March 30, 2009

Sabbath Comeback

Although I’m not that old I can still remember when stores were closed on Sunday. At the time I never thought about the religious significance but simply accepted that that was the way things were.

I’m reading a book called “The Year of Living Biblically” by A.J Jacobs. It is a story about a Jewish man living in New York who decided to attempt to obey the Bible as literally as possible for one full year. Regardless of your beliefs, it is a funny and profound book.

In one chapter he addressed the concept of Sabbath, which basically revolves around not working on the seventh day of the week. By work, I mean you are not meant to do anything: no checking email, no shopping, and no working around the house. It is a day of rest and rejuvenation. Actually, there is much more detail than that but I’m sure you get the idea.

The author says, “In the post-BlackBerry age, is there really a boundary between the weekday and the weekend?” and I completely agree with him. My husband and I are often more tired on Sunday evening than we are during the week. We pack so much into our days off that we don’t find much time to truly relax.

I don’t know how it happened but as a society we have been tricked into thinking that having the ability to shopped seven days week or being a part of Facebook has brought more convenience to our lives. I’m starting to really realize that this is not the case.


Reading about how the author tried to change his habits on Sunday reminded me of what it was like when I was younger – it was nice. So this Sunday try and see if you can kick it old school. Don’t check your email, turn off your cell phone, hide your car keys, put down the paint brush, avoid the laundry and experience the relief and freedom of not having something to do. No matter how much you want to, you can’t. You have no choice. After doing this, you too will wonder why we ever let this notion fade.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Juggling Act

Hi my name is Josie and I put too much pressure on myself.

I don’t know if I inherited this trait from my parents or perhaps I picked it up after University, all I know is that I have a problem and need to address it.

I think it all starts with expectations. In my mind I want to be the perfect wife, valuable employee, helpful daughter, reliable sister, loyal friend, thoughtful daughter-in-law, admirable Aunt, and that’s on top of trying to be a responsible spender and a physically fit woman. I think it has worn me out in a way that I didn’t notice until today.

I want to be perfect at everything and make everyone around me happy. As a result, I didn’t realize that this notion has been the root cause of my stress. With such high expectations it is no wonder I have lost confidence in my abilities. So I have decided to make some changes.

I have given up the elevator at my office for Lent this year, but perhaps I should add a few more things. Until Easter, I’m going to give myself a break. I’m going to strive to do my best but brush it off if things aren’t perfect. I’m going to make a decision without feeling guilty. I’m going to be myself and not compare myself to others. I’m not going to worry about the future and live more in the moment. That is my pledge.