I mentioned in my last post that I had added a rest and relaxation spread to my bullet journal. What I didn’t mention is… I’m not exactly sure what that is, anymore.
There’s a list of things that have been absorbed into things for my writing career. Reading. Writing. Okay, yes. There’s more pressure, when you’re trying to build a career. I get that.
And another list of things that people just don’t do during a global pandemic. Socially distanced ballroom dance, anyone?
Those two things take in a lot of ground in what used to be my happy, relaxing world.
Well, yes. It’s possible that I was always a little tightly wound.
I’m looking for a quick fix to rest and relaxation that will allow me to fill in the blank in my bullet journal. Productivity, baby.
Okay. What I need is something that won’t develop into yet another job. Objectively… I think I have enough of those. Also, objectively… if I care enough to do something long-term, I want to get good at it.
It’s a strange feeling to stop and think… so, what exactly do I do for fun?
Having consulted a list of hobbies, I think I might do some drawing, when I get a chance.