As of the time of this writing, the evening of August 17, I still have a stuff nose that’s messed with my body temperature the whole day, and I’ve broken a chair, a day after the realization just how much of my summer was defined by work. Throw in a sneaky “Why am I doing all this?” thought and it has not been the best of days.
I’m just going to blame the funk on my cold, but deep down, I know I’m tired. And it’s about time I take some rest.
Last month, I accidentally ended up just going on a week-long break from lettering and thinking and planning. I just fell head-first into a game, and by the end of that week, I was so excited to go back to lettering and working again. And by now, I think I’ve used up all that energy and sparkle and I’m running on nothing. After experiencing that energy, I want it back. And that means I need a break.
I’m always going to hate how I need a change of rhythm, how I can’t just work and that’s the end of it. But at the end of the day, this is how I’m wired, and I have to listen to myself. Rest is important. Rest is non-negotiable. Rest is a must.
So I’m switching off the work, and here’s to rest mode.