Don’t get me wrong— I love busy days. Days out, days in the sun, making photographs, doing things, working, being with friends, watching live music, travelling, whatever. But some days, like today, I love going nowhere. Oddly enough, it makes me feel sort of productive.
I do my laundry, any dishes in the sink, spritz the counters, I sweep, I tidy. I (try to) make time for my at-home workout my fitness trainer boyfriend wrote up for me. It makes me feel good. Even better when I also make time to read a few chapters in my book-of-the-moment. (Don’t think I’m tooting my own horn—this is not every day.) I also love having something to obsess over: rearranging my website, rearranging my room, editing photos, organizing something, making something, learning something.
Of course I lounge, too. I keep the History Channel on in the background like a weirdo when I’m home. I play my piano. I sit out on the deck with my sweet tea and read, or just sit, or play with the cat, sometimes I bring my laptop out there and nerd out on the internet while being outdoors at the same time. I often get stuck on photography websites. One of my new obsessions is Vivien Maier.
I’m glad every day isn’t like this though. Most of the time I do crave adventure and busyness and anything new.
"Being lazy does not mean that you do not create. In fact, lying around doing nothing is an important, nay crucial, part of the creative process. It is meaningless bustle that actually gets in the way of productivity. All we are really saying is, give peace a chance." —Tom Hodgkinson
Moving always reminds you of how much crap you own, doesn’t it? I mean, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, electronics, DVDs, records, decorative knick knacks and tchotchkes, books, pictures, clothes, bags and purses, furniture, random papers…good Lord. Each time I move though, I consider it an opportunity to at least try to downsize, so it’s kind of nice.
I’m so excited, because I have been provided a wonderful roommate and a fantastic place to live, for two hundred dollars less that I was paying. It’s most definitely an answer to prayers.
I’m moving on September first, which is my favorite time of year—the start of autumn. I realize that September isn’t quite autumn, but I’m the kind of person that starts drinking pumpkin lattes in late August and looks forward to a corn maze every single year. Give me crunchy leaves, apple cider, and cardigans.