"The apostles returned to Jesus and told him all that they had done and taught. And he said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a desolate place and rest a while.” For many were coming and going, and they had no leisure even to eat. And they went away in the boat to a desolate place by themselves." ~ Mark 6:30-32
I had my quarterly Botox injections done this past Friday morning. The doctor saw, from my pain log, that my headaches had taken a sharp upswing lately. I told him I'd been under some stress lately. I was referring to the fact that I'd recently given up my 14-year-old food blog in response to being put on a low sodium diet, and that two days prior my niece's, Natalie's, baby died in the womb, and she had to deliver the dead fetus, named Phoenix, weighing 1.3oz. Fifteen minutes after my niece had gone into twelve hours of induced labor, a friend from my Mormon childhood died from cancer.
My body tensed. Seeing I was having trouble relaying the causes of my stress, the doctor began to tell me how stressed he was over the plight of the Ukrainian people. He went on to give a rather
Suddenly, his entire body relaxed as an aura of piece enveloped the man. He said, "it's OK though, because at the end of the day I get to go home and look at puppies." He was telling me that we all need that one thing that gives us pleasure and gives us a break from the rigmarole and negativity of the world.
He was right. For him, it was cute little puppies. For me, it's an art form which utilizes a series of images, deployed in a specific order, for the purpose of graphic storytelling, i.e., comics. Even the apostles needed a break from spreading the Good News.
Sure, we need to be responsible and deal with the unpleasant parts of life. However, we need to take time to enjoy the pleasant things life has to offer.