I have great trouble doing nothing. The ability to be free from my big worries and to do NOTHING has been dreamt of and prayed for so many times. And that pleasant looking but evil creature, smelling of milk and chocolate, embraces me and squeezes my ribs. Like a despicable aggressor, he plunges me into silence, and in every language, titles my day “guilty of nothing.”
I thought the lessons of being alone with myself, deep breathing and extended relaxation had been learned long ago. I know how to speed up boredom or, on the contrary, experience the universe in a second. I’m serious. Today, however, things are different. With fear, I am walking towards the “dream” of living – to never worry or do anything…

While we calculate performance indicators for working, sleeping, making love, ageing and even cremating corpses, I run the risk of desecrating myself. We rank people according to popularity, and popularity itself – according to people. Understandably, behind the scenes of such matters, having no challenges or doing nothing is a terrible shame. It’s a margin of life, and after being there, it’s best to set a sly facial expression and not to tell anyone where you just came from. Better say you visited relatives. Or took care of the homeless. Or read a few clever books. After all, the least we can do when doing nothing is lose ten kilos, take nice pictures of the places we visit (which, by the way, I do when in-need), create a new business plan, or at least generate some additional value for our own personal brand… And what about the other matters – quality time with the kids, lawn mowing, therapeutic drawing, crocheting and all sorts of other do-nothing activities. But I’m stubborn. No, I won’t do anything. Piss off. But I’m the one who’s getting pissed. Accelerated bathroom rituals, a quick call to a friend, two cups of coffee with oat milk foam. Email? I don’t care! And sweeping the stairs doesn’t really count. And then there’s helping, reminding, answering and giving advice. After all, I won’t start begging for forgiveness for my good deeds!
“Lay at the bottom,” says an old friend after listening for a while. He strongly agrees that learning how to do nothing is important.
And I lay at the very bottom.
Then I get up again.
And, as I was finishing polishing the bathroom mirror (not a job here, but a real necessity, believe me), a message beeped on my phone: “Could you and your daughter make it today instead of tomorrow?”
Oh my God, of course!
It was not a bad day after all.
– Sabina