Word of the Week #163:
I know, I know, it is not Friday. Or Sunday. But I have always been a bit of a Maverick, right?
You see, on most days, I work a lot. Like, a LOT. Through pain, sickness, fatigue, boredom, distractions, whatever. I get my work done, and I am proud of it.
And I am also proud of the fact that I manage to get days to do just nothing at all.
Like, literally nothing at all.
Shower? Nope.
Lunch? Nope.
Basketball? Nope.
Dinner? Nope.
Music? Nope.
Random streaming? Nope.
Respond to a random work mail? Nope.
Hours and hours of social media? Nope.
A million thoughts swirling through my head? Nope.
Getting off my comfy bed? Nope.
This is what I call taking a day off. Like, literally off.
This is how I can prepare for another week of insanity that has become the norm in my life.
And sometimes, this is what you need to make sense of the world: Nothing.
PS: I actually did work 9 hours, today, and counted that as nothing. I guess something is really wrong with me. But, I love it.
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