I had an interesting experience last night. I finished my word count for the day, I’d vacuumed the living room and put a load of laundry through the machines, and I didn’t have anything else needing my evening time for once.

So I got dinner and spent the rest of the evening watching movies (2001 and 2010, to be specific). And … it was really, REALLY hard for me to relax. I was comfortable, I had two cats sitting with me and a glass of pop at my side, and yet something in the back of my mind kept asking me why I was just sitting there? Shouldn’t I be knitting, or crocheting, or doing SOMETHING?

I think I have lost the ability to relax and do nothing. Assuming I ever had it in the first place, of course. But I am so used to multitasking even when I’m relaxing that the idea of just sitting there, watching a movie, and doing nothing else felt alien and weird and wrong.

I already know this isn’t good for me. I do need downtime where I can relax, recharge, and gather enthusiasm for the next day. But apparently I’m going to have to have a long talk with my subconscious before that can happen.