“Idle hands are the devil’s workshop” is what people say to encourage each other and themselves to stay out of trouble by keeping busy.
There’s a stigma to being. Just being. Being still, being contemplative. Oh, sure, all the online articles advise us to take a moment for ourselves… “You can’t pour from an empty cup,” and “Self care isn’t selfish,” blah blah blah.
We share the pre-made graphics with pretty colors and appealing fonts displaying these sayings, encouraging each other to care for ourselves.
But we don’t really. We’re too busy.
I’ve been stressed for so long that it’s my de facto state. Between my job, nursing my two elderly French bulldogs, being the handler for my alma mater’s mascot, and renovating my house, I have either been busy or feeling guilty for not doing what needed to be done.
Then the days I worked for arrived: No house, no job, and, unexpectedly, no dogs.
While I revel in achieving most of my goals, I also find myself a little lost and feeling more than a little guilty. From age 16, I’ve had two jobs, or I worked full time and went to school. What am I doing, laying around all day?
That’s where friends come in: Stop. Breathe. You’re not on a time table. Enjoy your sabbatical – you won’t have this opportunity again until retirement.
We all need reminders. I am exceedingly grateful for my friends, many of whom seem to know when I need that pep talk.
For now, I’m going to concentrate on being. Just being. Screw the stigma.