• It is not for me.
• It will never make me happy.
• I will never be able to do enough to be able to rest.
• It's not supported by the Spirit.
• When I worry about keeping up with a frantic pace I get so worked up that my anxiety paralyzes me. Moving slower than molasses in January is better than not moving at all.
• The Lord is legit just asking me to be myself. And myself is slow. Really slow. I wrote a résumé last week. After many days of rest and doing other things, I'm working on a cover letter this week. It's fine. The Lord is capable of ensuring that the things that need to happen for me will happen for me.
