I’ve trained myself to always be productive.
And I’m so skilled at it, it’s engrained in my system.
I almost, can’t be unproductive… ever.
As soon as I have a spare moment… “What can I do?”
“What should I do?”
I’ve come to learn the value of taking it easy though. To step back from responsibilities, work, go-go-go, the coulda woulda shoulda mentality.
So today while not feeling the best, I embraced the art of nothing wholeheartedly.
I did nothing.
There was no “oooh, I’ll just whip this up”
“I’ll wash this”
“Better tidy that”
“I should catch up on that”
“I really need to read that.”
Nothing. None of it. I was on the couch watching 4 eps of Riverdale…
I stepped into the back yard…
I uploaded some photos…
That’s it. The extent of my nothingness.
The difference between today’s nothing, and other forced days of nothing, was that I didn’t feel any guilt about it.
So often we’re taught that to not do something, means we are somehow failing. We’re being inefficient, unproductive, wasting time, throwing life down the drain as it were.
But to wear ourselves down to the ground is not conducive to leading a happy life.
Days of nothing are absolutely necessary.
And the fact that I’m feeling less guilt about it, is progress. 💪