Jack is ending a stretch where he worked twelve days in a row. The weekends were completely full days for him. On Saturday, he started at 7:00 a.m. and met me at the U District Food Bank Auction when he got off of work around six p.m.. When we got home from the auction, he worked until midnight. I was in bed and asleep by ten.
Working twelve days in a row wasn't as bad as when he worked nineteen days in a row in September.
Part of the deal of him working on his workaholism is that he would take one day off during the week when he worked on the weekends. Even the Bible gives people a day of rest, and that is one very old book. Is he so special that the rules that apply to the rest of humanity for thousands of years don't apply to him? Did he take a day off when he worked nineteen days in a row? No. If he did, then it wouldn't be nineteen days in a row. Is he taking one off now? Not really. He went to work this morning, and I am supposed to meet him for lunch. The plan is he takes the rest of the day off.
The question is: What will he do?
I propose: "Let's Do Nothing."
What does nothing look like? When you are a workaholic, all you do is work. You work so much that there is no time to do nothing--no time to relax, chill, think, ponder, rest. For a mind to function optimally, it needs a rest. Kids do better on tests simply with a good night's sleep because their mind is rested. How can the mind rest if all it does is work?
So, let's do nothing. Let's sit and read a magazine, bake cookies, putter with the bike, pull a few weeds from the garden, lop back the ivy, go for a run, take a yoga class at the YMCA, walk the dog. Part of that sounds like a "Honey Do" list. All of this is no-brainer work. It requires no special skills or is especially taxing. The body is occupied while the mind can take a break.
Let's do nothing.
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