I’m not giving myself permission to rest. It’s totally ridiculous, but this is what I do. There’s a part of me that feels like I don’t deserve rest until there’s nothing more to do (which in practice means never). Whose thought is this even? Certainly it’s not mine...
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I didn’t grow up Protestant or in Protestant culture
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Catholic guilt maybe? also a thing. (And on reflection, I know a bunch of nose-to-the-grindstone, *hard* working Catholic and ex-Catholic and cultural-ambience-osmosis "Catholic" ppl. It's not like the Prots invented busting one's ass) (FWIW I grew up in Protestant culture)
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