Monday, 20 November 2017

The Art of Doing Absolutely Nothing


Here's how I know I'm getting older...

Sometimes, I download documentaries on nature / wildlife / biographies, and I love staying in and watching them, on purpose. And I actually feel guilty that I don't watch regular tv that often. And I cook and clean like clock work. 

And here's a secret: I love cooking. I just can't actually say that aloud because in this environment I'm sure to be met with more than my fair share of lazy people who would be too happy to take the joy out of my life with their culinary expectations. 

Another thing: I LOVE the weekends I get to spend an extra hour in bed - the way a cactus loves water in the middle of the desert. In fact, my ultimate favourite FAVOURITE thing to do is: nothing. Even the word is like music to my ears. There is no where else in the world that teaches you the art of doing nothing like Arabia. It's an Art. Like, really.

Other less pleasant indicators of my maturity or lack thereof include: 
1. Being constantly tired. I wake up tired, I go to bed tired. I'm just tired.
2. My persistant lack of interest in anything trivial, or just anything really.
3. My inability to focus long enough to do things I love like reading: because somewhere in my warped mind I reckon that these things will only be optimally enjoyed on those days I have nothing to do - the irony being that I'm not doing anything most of the time (when I'm not working like a demon). I can't even commit to watching a movie from the beginning to the end - that's how bad it is.

Being here in the desert doesn't help - it only enables this behaviour. I'm hoping to get out of this existential slumber though - and be more productive overall. Time waits for no man and I don't want to wake up one day regretting not doing more. 

Now, if only I could bring myself to finish that book. Or do the things I've been putting off since forever.

5 comments:

  1. Well, you DID finish writing this excellent post, so there is a wee bit of hope left, Az. Wink wink. Now, as for your cooking skills, how come I didn't know you are basically the next Master Chef?

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    1. Because Blue, we're always plotting for Bora Bora, we don't actually talk about what we're going to do when we get there.

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    3. That doesn't mean we don't have a plan. :)

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  2. Are we twins? I think so. That is me to a T

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