Relearning Wonder After the Work is Done
The Moment I Pressed Play
I didn’t realize how long I’d been holding my breath until I finally sat down, clicked into a paused K-drama, and just… watched. No editing tabs open. No notes nearby. No mental checklist running in the background. Just me, a quiet moment, and a story not written by me.
That was the first time in months I felt joy that wasn’t tied to an accomplishment.
After pouring every ounce of energy, faith, and creativity into finishing 17 Syllables of Me, I found myself disoriented by stillness. For weeks, I had lived in a world of deadlines, late-night edits, cover tweaks, formatting fixes, and prayerful perseverance.
And suddenly… it was done.
“You were never meant to do it all. You were meant to feel it all.” — Morgan Harper Nichols
So I pressed play.
And I exhaled.
And something inside me whispered, “Welcome back.”
Joy Isn’t Always Loud—Sometimes It Just Feels Like Breathing Again
That one simple act—watching something for no reason other than pleasure—felt revolutionary. There was no pressure to analyze or create. No “this will inspire a blog post later” mindset. Just soft, unstructured joy.
I’d been producing for so long that it felt foreign to simply receive.
In that moment, I wasn’t performing or perfecting. I was reconnecting—with stillness, with joy, and most of all, with life.
“He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.” — Psalm 23:3
Reconnecting to What Fills Me (Not Just What I Can Fill)
In the days that followed, I started doing other small things that had long been neglected:
I had a slow lunch with a friend. I cooked something just for the aroma. I sat and listened without mentally outlining a reflection. I hung out for four hours without watching the clock. I noticed myself eating more slowly—living more fully.
A friend even said, “It’s good to see you living again.”
And it struck me: to write about life, I have to live it.
Not document it. Not dissect it. Not publish it.
Live it.
“The joy of the Lord is your strength.” — Nehemiah 8:10
The Problem with Always Producing
When you’re creative, there’s a subtle pressure to turn every experience into content. Every memory becomes material. Every moment, an opportunity.
But joy doesn’t thrive under pressure.
And after a season of nonstop book-building, I realized something: you can’t feel joy if you’re too busy optimizing it. You can’t live fully if you’re constantly editing the narrative in real time.
Rest is not indulgence.
It’s obedience.
It’s sacred.
“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes—including you.” — Anne Lamott
Soul Insights
1. Rest isn’t a break from the story—it is part of the story.
The in-between chapters are where healing often happens. Don’t rush the silence. It holds more than you think.
2. You don’t have to earn your right to enjoy life.
Joy is not a reward for hard work—it’s a rhythm meant to run alongside it. You don’t need to suffer to be worthy of rest.
3. Small moments are holy too.
A shared meal. A quiet episode. A single breath without guilt. These are not time-fillers. They are soul-keepers.
4. Guilt-free enjoyment is spiritual maturity.
Learning to rest without apology or explanation is a form of trust in God’s provision—and in your own belovedness.
5. When you stop performing, you start receiving.
Reconnection begins where perfection ends. Let yourself be loved, held, and restored without producing a thing.
Even BTS taught me this in their quieter seasons—
Joy doesn’t always arrive on stage.
Sometimes, it waits behind the curtain.
In the stillness. In the reset. In the space between albums and applause.
That’s where life quietly rebuilds.
Final Thoughts: Receiving the Gift I Almost Missed
I thought joy would come after the launch—after the emails, after the feedback, after the reviews. But it didn’t wait for a milestone. It showed up in the mundane. It walked in quietly, holding a plate of leftovers and a remote control.
It whispered, “I’ve been here. You just forgot how to open the door.”
So this week, I’m doing exactly that.
I’m not rushing the next thing.
I’m not hustling toward another project.
I’m letting life feel a little softer, a little slower, and a lot more sacred.
Because joy doesn’t knock with urgency.
It waits for stillness.
It waits for you to let it back in.
“You will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” — Psalm 16:11
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