I have a problem. A real problem. Ever since having children, I’ve lost the natural ability to really relax while doing nothing.
Doing nothing was something I used to be good at. Ever day, after work and cooking dinner, I did “nothing,” but then my nothing had a name. Yes. It was called “relaxing” or “reflecting” or “taking a breather.”
And then, my doing nothing tasks were spent truly at ease with the thought that when they ended I could, if I so wanted, do something or not.
But now, now things have changed.
The saying that you don’t know fatigue or busy until you’ve had children (okay, that’s not really a saying. It’s just something I’ve made up), well, it’s true.
You see, since most of my life is very busy, since I usually can’t sit down and not have a million things running through my head prompting me to get up now, I’ve lost the skill, the talent of doing nothing.
Tonight was one of those nights for me. I don’t have anything to do, but the past two hours have spent with me on edge wondering if I’ve forgotten something. “I should get something done.”
But, I’m ignoring these thoughts and anxieties for now. Doing nothing. I could get used to this.
Any other parents out there who’ve lost the talent of doing nothing and enjoying nothing-ness fully?