Why Doing Nothing is Actually Doing Something Huge
Doing nothing is hard. Doing nothing for me, feels like the hardest something I have ever attempted. Am I alone in this? Or do you struggle with this too?
My husband is an amazing napper. He often takes time out of a busy and hectic schedule to have a long afternoon nap.
I hate him for it.
I think to myself:
“Look at him there, just resting, doing nothing, like he is worthy of rest or something!”
Ahh. There it is.
My resentment is born of jealousy. Of wishing I too felt worthy of rest, worthy just as I am, even when not doing, producing, contributing.
This is a message that society has ingrained in me: my worth is in my doing. In producing, in consuming, in providing. To be productive and successful one must be constantly producing, constantly moving. Then you will reach the penultimate goal: a happy (successful) life.
The last few years of my life have been a long slow process of unlearning:
Of un-learning what a happy life even means.
Of learning what a happy life means for ME.
And of learning the value in doing nothing.
