I have nothing to do. Seriously. It’s the strangest feeling in the world.
I came home from the gym this morning with every intention of doing what I do every morning: walking into my house and then moving around mindlessly until it’s noon and time to pick up my youngest son from preschool. Normally I unload the dishwasher, fiddle with the laundry and then deal with whatever random paperwork/emails are sitting on my desk.
When I want to play hooky, I call a friend and go out for coffee.
Not today. Today I decided to see how long I could just sit here. The most useless experiment in the world? Maybe, but I’ll tell you what, I’ve just learned a lot about myself.
I learned that I feel anxious when I sit too still. I learned that I feel invaluable when I’m not trying to keep up the perfect house. I learned that my brain is trained to see what needs to be done instead of what has been done.
This is my “Do Nothing Chair.” Since I am a person who likes a tool for everything, I got it for my home office with the intent of sitting in it and thinking deep thoughts and just BEING. Being grateful. Being content. Being okay with just being. I have not sat in it for more than 5 minutes in 4 months that I’ve had it.
I’m gonna say to you now what I need to say to me (isn’t that how it always goes?): Take a load off… you are strong enough, good enough, busy enough, and smart enough. You deserve a Do Nothing Moment.