Quiet

For the first time in far too long, yesterday I had a day of doing absolutely sod-all.  And it was pretty good.

It wasn’t (quite) through choice – the friend I’d been supposed to be meeting up with was ill, and cancelled at pretty much the last minute. Which is fine, these things happen. So as a result, I didn’t have to do anything – and I chose to stick with that plan, for once.

This year so far has been pretty manic, and while the next five or six weeks are quieter than the rest of the year, there’s still a fair amount going on. After that, September and October are already booked solid, with November and December also pretty blocked up. So some downtime right now is no bad thing at all.

Of course, that doesn’t stop me from also feeling a bit guilty about it. As I’ve said before, I’m really not good at Doing Nothing. I get to the end of the day, and feel like I’ve wasted a day off by doing nothing, that I should’ve at least been doing Something.

It’s a guilt I should get better at assuaging. Sometimes, a day of zilch is no bad thing.

I’m just keeping on trying to remind myself of that at the moment – it was a good thing, not a waste.