The Art of Doing Nothing

Okay, I know it’s not a real Art.

Alot of people have asked me what I’m going to ‘do’ here in Kyiv. You know, get a job or volunteer. Maybe work remotely. Maybe work for NATO. Do I want to meet up with the policing community here and start up something with them.

I don’t want to do any of that – mostly because I don’t want the contraints on my time. I’m too busy. Doing nothing in particular takes up a surprisingly large amount of my day.

When asked, I recently told someone that I was too busy doing projects to fit in a job. I didn’t actually have any project on the go let alone many. So of course he asked if I’d mind giving details about my projects. Busted!

Now when asked, I’ve gotten in the habit of just being direct and saying what I didn’t really want to say before – nothing. Yes, I want to do nothing. I don’t want to do anything.

Wow, I’m a bum.

Rob sometimes asks me what I did during the day. What!? Was I supposed to have done something? I’ve stopped feeling guilty about it. Well, I’ve tried not to feel guilty about my lack of something concrete. He is crazy busy after all.

I didn’t do much of anything today. I had a leisurely coffee and got Ben off to school. I did domestic chores. Right now I’m making dinner. Earlier, I walked to the grocery store. I met a friend for lunch. I read a bit. I booked a bit of travel and got sidetracked by a new destination. I surfed a bit – damn blogs. I was mindful for a time. I did a bit of finances and corresponded by email. I played with the cat.

I wrote a blog post! And I’m almost finished.

I only procrastinated a bit. I didn’t get everything done today that I wanted. There aren’t enough hours in the day. I’m optimistic I’ll have a tomorrow. I really enjoyed today and want to do more of it.

I may be boring. But I’m not bored.

I recently told Rob that there are not enough hours in the day. And that I know it’s partly because I don’t use my time efficiently. Though I think I was wrong – I’m doing exactly what I want to do. It’s just not maybe what you would choose to do. Or even what I want to say I do. Where’s that last one come from?

Did you know it takes at least three hours to make a pizza from scratch.

I’m curious about your thoughts on where that pressure of constant productivity comes from. Or like me, maybe just the guilt that comes from the awareness that I should have it?

Thanks for reading and warm thoughts from Kyiv!
Colleen

P.S. I started a six months update post today. And (almost) finished it. Though clearly I got side-tracked with this one.

I still need to add photos to that last one but I can hear the fan on my (not-ancient?) desktop whirring away. It’s only a 2011 and there are no more updates to the operating system!? So this post will have to do.

I just need to find a header image. Gah!