Doing nothing.

Last night, I unrolled my yoga mat in the hot room. For an hour, I breathed, stretched and strengthened. Sweat poured out of my body and, for the most part, I didn’t think about anything else.

After going to yoga several times a week over the winter, I have slipped of late. I only went twice in May and didn’t go at all in June. That needs to change.

In the past week, I’ve been on my bike three different times for about an hour each time. Like when I’m on my yoga mat, an hour on my bike does wonders to clear my head. Again, this is something I need more of.

While coincidental to what’s been going on in my life, there was this wonderful piece recently in the New York Times. Called simply, “The ‘Busy’ Trap,” it has been all over social media of late (I would bet $5 that at least one of your Facebook friends linked to it).

One paragraph I liked: “It’s almost always people whose lamented busyness is purely self-imposed: work and obligations they’ve taken on voluntarily, classes and activities they’ve “encouraged” their kids to participate in. They’re busy because of their own ambition or drive or anxiety, because they’re addicted to busyness and dread what they might have to face in its absence.

Essentially the piece talks about finding the elusive balance between work and life. While I’m not sure how realistic it is — we all can’t be authors — there is some nice perspective in it. And it arrived at a perfect time for me.

When I leave the office today, I will begin five days away from the office, five days at home. I have very little planned. It is going to be awesome. I have some tee times and a couple of tasks on my to-do list, but that’s about it. I have four library books on my iPad that I’d like to read. I’m a month behind in reading Sports Illustrated and want to catch up. I want to visit the Fulton tap room for the first time and eat pizza at Black Sheep afterward. I might see a movie. I don’t want to wear a watch. Let me rephrase that, I’m not going to wear a watch.

This isn’t going to be a vacation that’s go-go-go every day. I’m not going to log hundreds of miles behind the wheel of my car. Nope, I’m going to get off of the treadmill for a few days, play a little golf, have few expectations and breathe.

When I return to real life (and the office) next week, I need to remember to not be so busy. Not be so scheduled. I need to get on my mat and get on my bike. I need to breathe and I need to sweat. I need to read and I need to chill. (I also need to blog more, but that’s another story for another day).

Because sometimes you get the most out of doing nothing.

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3 thoughts on “Doing nothing.

  1. Jeff this is really great! I have never felt overwhelmed by work but I do feel it has sometimes gotten in the way of life. This year I made the simple of goal of taking better care of our lawn. I sprayed the weeds, gave it some fert and have kept it mowed multiple times per week. It is a simple thing but it has made my wife happy and made the backyard a much better place for the girls to play. Huge trickle down effect on this one simple thing.

  2. So yoga is good? I have yet to try it. Not sure if it would be better than running and lifting or if I would feel obligated to do all three.

  3. TV, I have grown to like yoga. I pretty much hate running and I won’t lift weights. I take hot yoga in a room that’s about 102-104 degrees. It’s hard work, but I feel wonderful when I’m done and great the next morning. I went 3-4 times per week over the winter, but have slacked of late as I’d rather play golf after work. Going again in about 90 minutes which will be three times in nine days.

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