Journal June 8, 2024
Summer is brutal.
Sometimes, TV is the only way to keep from doom scrolling. Trying to read when my mind feels like it’s melting.
Having a hot flash when it’s 110 outside… Not funny.
I’ve been guilty of looking down on people who said that they were bored. I thought that it spoke to a lack of creativity. A disrespect for the value of time. A lack of appreciation for downtime. I thought they lacked the ability to appreciate relaxation.
The art of doing nothing. For me, there was never enough time. If I wasn’t busy with work, or kids, or shopping, or cooking, or cleaning, or planning, or packing, or washing, or driving, or scheduling, or transporting; I had projects, art, reading, music, gardening.
