Doing Nothing

I’m aggressively doing nothing… which is absolutely everything and all too rare. These days have been spent cuddling up in cozy jammies by the fireplace where stockings are still hung (and won’t be going anywhere anytime soon), cooking mushroom risotto with truffle oil to feel restaurant-level fancy, starting and finishing my first puzzle in years, bingewatching Money Heist, The Queen’s Gambit and now Scandal on our new projector (!), walking on the beach through whipping winds rain or shine, falling asleep and rising without alarm clocks, marveling at sunsets’ glory and even the rare sunrise, finishing real paper books with marked up margins to prove it, reading long form journalism about the insanity which has been this year, slashing my iPhone screen time by over 70% (hence my not replying to anything yet), NOT Zooming aside from our gloriously hilariously chaotic full family virtual Christmas (which was also my grandma’s FIRST EVER Zoom), breathing deeply with intention, and focusing on being fully present and grateful, rather than allowing myself to fret or stress or agonize or invest too much precious energy or headspace into anything but the blessing that is the here and now. There will be time yet for all the rest. Being > doing is necessary, restorative and actually divine.