“Abby, can you be still just for five minutes?” Grandpa didn’t say this in a critical way, he was more amazed by the internal motor that seemed to drive me to always be moving. I was probably seven at the time, and I had been climbing on and off of his lap for about an hour. As I’ve matured, I’ve learned to sit still, but my mind is always racing, and usually my hands or feet are as well. That internal motor is exactly why I have to find ways to incorporate rest into my days