Which is it?
There’s a book out there titled” The Art of the Wasted Day” by Patricia Hample. She would have us believe that, put together, both of those things have value. That wasted time is, indeed, time well spent.
Ms. Hample wants us to spend more time doing nothing. Actually, she really doesn’t want ME to do that because I already spend too much time doing nothing. More would simply be obscene.
I am grateful, however, for her permission to do just that.
I recall that I never felt more productive than when I was pregnant. All I had to do was sit there. And I was productive. That gig has come and gone but I’m still skilled at sitting there. There’s just no product forthcoming. Ms. Hample says that’s ok.
So I’ll sit. For a bit. And watch the sky. And the clouds. I’ll let my mind wander. Wherever it wants to go. I’ll think about stuff. About people. About friends. About the ones I’ve lost and the ones I’ve gained during these turbulent times. I’ll ask myself some questions and when I start answering them, I’ll move to another chair. And start all over again.