Captured this epic sky… mesmerising…
This weekend, I was (planning on) doing nothing. Abso-Nada-lutely nothing. Didley squat. And let me tell you - I was excited! But then…
No productivity hacks - turned into…
No ‘just one quick task.’
No-thing?
Just the two of us, a couch, or chair - and an aggressively comfortable blanket. Movies. PlayStation. Dranks.
Who was I fooling?
At one point, I did stare at the ceiling for so long that i started questioning my life choices. Then I wanted to take a nap to recover from the existential crisis but didnt.
What i thought:
At first, I will feel a tiny pang of guilt. Shouldn’t I be achieving something? Tackling that to-do list? Learning a new skill? But then I will remember: As Epictetus would say,
“Freedom is not procured by a full enjoyment of what is desired, but by controlling the desire.”
And right now, I desire productivity - but I’m choosing not to give in. Self-discipline? Or just the laziest form of Stoicism? Who’s to say?
The trick (I found) is to really commit. Yup - that means no half-hearted nothingness, where you scroll emails or reorganise the fridge ‘just because.’ And i did!
No, this is the pure(est) form of doing nothing. Sitting. Staring. Napping. Occasionally shifting position so one arm doesn’t go numb.
At one point this morning I thought about being productive. I mean the chores still need choring! So that happened. But then I entertained the: “Maybe I should read that book that’s been glaring at me from the bookshelf? Or….” B-u-t I decided, nah, why ruin a good thing?
Of course, the nephew-son is planning to visit, so plans may change. There may be energy expended. Movement. Noise. But until then, I’m indulging in the sweet art of bloody nothingness - is that even a word? Am i really talking to myself Well, now it is!
UPDATE: The boy is here. With his bag of laundry. I am dressed. The adventure awaits.
Anyone else embracing the lazy life this weekend? Or are you too deep in the nothingness to reply?
