When I lived in Niagara Falls, it was common to sleep a day. To wake up, look around, and then go back to sleep and repeat until it was the next day.
I didn’t do it all the time but I certainly did it more than occasionally. Even on the days when I was awake, I didn’t really leave the bed. My computer was accessible without standing up.
In a life where you don’t have a car, and the bus is difficult to deal with, and you’re not particularly friendly with the other person in the house, it’s very easy to do nothing.
There’s minimal guilt because there’s no one to be responsible to. I was quite happy doing nothing most of the time.
Now that I’ve moved into a new home and started a new life chapter, I’m finding it much more difficult to do nothing.
Let me rephrase that. Doing nothing it’s always been easy for me. Ever since my mother taught me at a very young age to never say I’m bored, I have found ways to do nothing and not be bored. I live inside my head quite happily much of the time.
However in this house the other two people don’t know how to do nothing. It’s a foreign concept to them. They are always doing something. whether it be chores for the farm, or their home business, or their work business. They are all always active and always doing something.
So it’s not that it’s harder to do nothing here, but it’s harder to do nothing inconspicuously and not feel guilty about not doing anything. I feel like I should be doing something, rather than nothing in amongst the people who are doing anything except nothing.
It’s an adjustment but adjusting is my specialty. I’ll just have to figure out a way to do nothing in a way that makes it look like I’m doing something.
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