I’m not working on my really needs to be updated portfolio site. I’m not catching up on book reviews, even though I owe one for LibraryThing Early Reviewers and I read another novel I think was amazing (Kevin Brockmeier’s The Illumination).
I am not taking new photos, even though I don’t have my shot of the day for my 365 project yet. I am also not posting the last few days of shots that I did take with the vignette app on my android phone. Still haven’t gotten around to vacuuming the living room (which I picked up yesterday) or putting away the clean laundry.
For a little while, it looked like I was going to take a nap on the couch, but now I don’t know. There are two new voice mail messages for me to listen to. There’s another room to pick up; there are stacks of reading material. There’s the personal email I haven’t responded to yet, and the work email I am trying not to think about.
It is a Sunday afternoon, the first in two weeks I haven’t been on a plane during, and instead of doing any of those things that are a supposedly good use of my time, I’m lounging around, pecking this out on my iPad.
Tomorrow will be my last day at home until Friday evening, and I am trying not to think about that.
I keep coming back to something in Charlotte Joko Beck’s Everyday Zen, where she is talking about what practice is:
Our interest in reality is extremely low. No, we want to think. We want to worry through all of our preoccupations. We want to figure life out. And so before we know it we’ve forgotten all about this moment, and we’ve drifted off not thinking about something…
Sometimes, if I can do it, just sitting is the right thing to do.