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Out of the 31 days in May, 15 of them were holidays. Nearly half of the month was spent away from the usual work routine. It truly felt like the definition of work-life balance that people often talk about. 

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if every month had this many holidays. Perhaps stress levels would be much lower. On the other hand, work might feel more rushed because there would be fewer effective working days. Who knows? What I do know is that the number of holidays this May was enough to make me lose track of the days more than once. There were moments when I had to stop and think for a second just to remember what day it was.

With so much free time available, we decided to have a staycation in our own city in the middle of the month. Yay, finally some quality time with the family. We intentionally looked for a place with a swimming pool and a more relaxed atmosphere. Not a large, crowded hotel, but a small villa that felt warm and private. Alhamdulillah, it turned out to be such a wonderful experience. We did not have to travel far, yet it felt enough to recharge the energy that had gradually been running low.

Toward the end of the month, my parents came to visit and spend time with their grandchild. Their visit lasted only about four days, but it was more than enough for me. Seeing them healthy, having conversations together, and watching them play with their grandchild brought a kind of happiness that is difficult to put into words. There is always a special warmth that comes with family gatherings, no matter how brief they may be.

Sometimes I wish every month included a few extra holidays in addition to weekends. However, as a parent, I also understand the dilemma that comes with it. When there is a public holiday, children are usually off from school as well. That means extra energy, patience, and attention are needed for parenting. In the end, a day off does not always mean a day of rest.

Perhaps that is simply part of adulthood. We constantly look forward to having time to rest, yet when that time finally arrives, there is always something else that needs our attention. Still, May reminded me that rest is not always about sleeping longer or doing less. Sometimes, rest is seeing your parents smile, hearing your child laugh, or simply spending time with the people you love. Because in the end, the energy drained by daily routines is often restored not when we stop moving, but when we remember who we are doing it all for.

As we grow older, we come to realize that rest is not always about stopping work; sometimes, it is about returning to the people and moments that make life meaningful.