There is something luxurious about having the time to do exactly what I want. Work, vocation and labor can be so all-consuming that rest and leisure seem the exception and not the rule. I think the "Protestant work-ethic" has been twisted; living to work and working to live.
I am no dilettante. I need to work to survive. And I need to fulfill my vocation to thrive. Yet I'm discovering that time is a more abundant resource than I ever imagined, now that I have time to take time to take stock of my life and vocation.
This is what I have learned from forty days and forty nights of being on sabbatical.
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