The desire to keep moving and tending and serving is in my blood. Passed down from both sides of the family that valued hard work.
Sometimes when my husband comes home from work to find me lying down on the job (probably with three wild banshees whooping and hollering around me), I feel this deeply-held impulse to jump up and look busy.
I fight it, because I believe in rest.
I’m coming to believe that my worth isn’t based on my productivity.
My worth just is. It’s inherent.
Today at No Sidebar I’m sharing three dangers of having productivity as a top value, as well as three values you may choose to hold up instead. This is a theme I keep running into in my life, and I’m thrilled to have finally put some words to it. Thank you so much for following me over!
How to Detangle Productivity and Your Self-Worth
