Thanks for writing this. I am currently literally, “do nothing” nothing.
After 2 months (savings gone) I am feeling less guilty about not doing anything but what I want to do (which is nothing).
Only one of my 4 children have suggested that I should do more or I might starve, (I’ve always advocated to my children that everyone (each person) should rely on their own faculty to take care of/meet their own needs). Surprisingly it was my 10 yo who said everyone needs time to do nothing. And that it’s okay for me to do nothing.
_______ right?
I appreciated this essay so much because you articulated some of my experiences with birds — like this post I made here — which felt so contrived to me while writing but exactly happened and continues to happen (Wish I thought photographically, to show you the ugliest bird (I thinks it’s a crow) that insists on sitting on my do nothing chair in our tiny front garden) every time I go outside.
Aside: are ugly birds that sit on your windowsill and won’t shoo, until you throw water on them an omen of misfortune, death and/or doom?
As I have learned, like most humans, I like people who confirm my own beliefs. And I like you even more because you’ve put my thoughts and feelings into words that generally escape me.
Thanks.
With that, I am back to listening to the sounds of an empty house on a quiet backstreet in downtown Toronto while floating on the noise of a billion essays, opinions and lists from the internets.
Or nothing.
Cheers!
