Layabout and loving it.
Early on Sunday morning (or late on Saturday
night, however you choose to view it) a precious hour of sleeping
time was snatched away from us all as we entered British Summer
Time.
This got me thinking about how we value our time and how, when our
lives are full of deadlines, meetings and Outlook Express
calendars, we can sometimes feel guilty for not doing much with it
when we have a moment to ourselves.
Last weekend was the first in a number of weeks when I didn't
do anything much at all. No appointments, no daytrips, no visits to
see friends and no nights out (or the resulting hangovers). I
simply lazed around, caught up on some reading, worked my way
through a Sky+ box full of TV which I hadn't yet had the time
to watch, and was generally a bit of a layabout. And it felt great.
It used to be the wealthy and privileged who could be so slovenly
and get away with it, but now it is almost shameful not to work,
not to be doing something with yourself, particularly in these
gloomy economic times, even when you can afford not to.
This isn't to say I want to sit
at home watching Jeremy Kyle all day. Quite the opposite, I
absolutely love my work and having a reason to get out of bed in
the morning, not to mention money in the bank, but enjoying a break
from all of that isn't lazy and shouldn't be something to
feel guilty about.
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