Oh, I hear you. And as an academic married to a lawyer who lives in one of those hard-charging centers of importance (blerg), I’m surrounded by this need to demonstrate how busy I am. And this morning my inbox is full of emails asking if I got that email they sent to me two days ago, one day ago, last night!!! and I think, wow, I must be doing something wrong if I haven’t been obsessively working and answering these things.

I resist this and grasp onto frameworks that give me an excuse for embracing some stillness (Shabbat, for me, is that blessing). But it’s hard to maintain and I’m never not convinced I’m not doing it the way I’m supposed to be. Isn’t working hard to not be displaying how hard I’m working counterproductive? And yet…