I am closing down my desk for the weekend and as I am doing so, I am taking stock of my week. What did I accomplish? What didn’t I accomplish? How do I feel about my week overall? What was the moment of learning? Of joy?Of unbridled humor? On a scale–one-to-ten, thumbs up/thumbs down, A-F—what was my week?
I notice how easy it is to fall into the pattern of moving on from one day to the next without taking a moment to look at what was and what I am carrying forward. It is one of the reasons why I love honoring the Jewish Sabbath; there is a punctuation mark at the end of this week and then the next sentence begins. For me, this marker of Shabbat brings the week to full closure… it’s over…be done… rest.
My week is ending with an exclamation mark (!) and the next sentence begins “I see a sailboat just out my window… I am going to take the dog for a walk on the beach.”