The Perils of Being a Doer

Low view of Bryony walking down the Newtown Pier

I have a confession to make: I am not very good at sitting still. I love the idea of relaxing and doing nothing, but as soon as I sit down, I think of something I must get up and do immediately. And if I don’t, I end up sitting there, stewing over what I should do next and not being at all involved in what I am doing right now. If I carry on like this, I’m at risk of missing everything!

This time of year seems just perfect to cultivate some laziness stillness. So, when I light the fire I will sit for another minute and enjoy the first flame. And when I read a book I will shut off that portion of my brain that is quietly rewriting my ‘to do’ list. And when I stare out the ferry window at the Solent sunset I won’t feel guilty for wasting time. Because sometimes sitting still and doing nothing is far better than being up and doing.

3 thoughts on “The Perils of Being a Doer

  1. I know what you mean. I have a new part of my day that involves sitting on the landing waiting for my eldest to nap. I pretend its a chore, but actually I love. I grab my crochet or a book and sit in silence, alone for 15 mins and just focus on the one thing. It’s bliss.