I didn’t really do anything Sunday. I mean, I guess I watched some of the NFL playoffs and a little college basketball. I also practiced on my guitar a little. I played with my three boys, and I played a game of NBA 2K18 on my PS4. Other than that, though, I did absolutely nothing.

I’m sure some people might say that everything I mentioned in that first paragraph would count as doing something, and I suppose they would be correct. It’s difficult for me sometimes to acknowledge play as actually performing an activity, and I would consider all of the stuff I just mentioned as play. I’m not a workaholic by any means, but I do like to keep myself busy with meaningful activities.

But can’t play in itself be a meaningful activity? I’ve read that play for adults can relieve stress, improve brain function, improve relationships, and increase energy. For some reason, though, I never seem to reap those benefits. When I’m “doing nothing,” I feel this nagging sense of guilt, as if there was something better I could be doing with my time. The catch is, I rarely ever figure out what that “better” thing is, so I end up with this feeling that I’m not really doing anything.

This may sound strange, but I am having to actually teach myself to do nothing. To most people I know, a day like this past Sunday would seem like a tiny slice of heaven. They thrive and recharge when the pace slows down. I just get uncomfortable. That doesn’t seem right to me, so I’m actually trying to force myself into more situations where I’m “not doing anything.” I believe there is a reason for days like Sunday. I’m just trying to figure out what that reason is.

So, yes, I had a day where I didn’t do much of anything, and I may have another day like it very soon. Who knows? Maybe doing nothing will become a form of doing something for me. Of course, then I’d be doing something instead of nothing, thereby defeating the purpose of doing nothing. Man, this may be more difficult than I thought…

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