Every Friday night, I put my email inbox on pause and set aside the work for 24 hours of restoration. And every Saturday I fight myself constantly, as one side of my brain says "just doing a little work now will make the week so much easier," and the other side so lovingly replies, "No, our Saturdays are for rest. We DON'T roll on shabbos, and that logic never, ever works—you'll always find more work to do, it never makes the week easier, and you are not a beast of burden." A day of rest, shabbat, the sabbath, whatever you call it, is the single best gift you can give yourself every week. Without it, success is not sustainable. In the words of Abraham Joshua Heschel, it is my palace in time, and for 24 hours, I'm the ruler of everything the light touches. This painting is a reminder of the sacred power of rest in your life.