Illness at the weekend and enforced rest led to a lightning bolt of inspiration which said,
Hardly rocket science, is it? But it seems radical to me as I have always felt a compulsion to be doing something, constantly. Even my relaxation time involves doingactivity: knitting, sewing, gardening - and does reading count as doing something?
"Not doing" is a bit of a radical step for me. Bear with me as I explore the difference between doing less and doing nothing, and whether doing nothing actually matters. I foresee a bit of soul-searching about what counts as wasting time, and whether wasting time is the big sin I always thought it was...
But not today. Even soul searching is too much like 'doing' today.