Fridays are supposed to be my day of rest. The one day during the week that for a 24-hour period of time I do not do anything work related.
The problem is, this rest day will not happen on its own. Though I know it should happen. Though I know it needs to happen. Though my staff knows that this is when my day of rest is, unless I fight for my rest, rest will not take place. In other words,
I MUST WORK FOR MY REST.
Work to protect it. Work to take it. Work to ignore everything else. Work to be ok with disappointing people. Work to allow emails to go unreturned. Work to sleep and not feel guilty. I must work for my rest. Because the unfortunate reality is this:
IF I DON'T WORK FOR MY REST, I'LL NEVER REST FROM MY WORK.
And neither will you.