fivebyevif

When I made the decision to go to a new career/state/domicile, certain things fell by the wayside.

I suspect the last do-nothing day I had was sometime during the start of the year. The last day when I felt like my job was secure, my world wasn’t going to change dramatically anytime soon, and it was safe to relax and drink coffee in my PJs.

It’s not that I think there is no chaos now that I suddenly work elsewhere. I actually consider the management, coordination, and prioritization of chaos to be part of my job description. To some degree, I like the challenge sudden chaos exposes me to — even as I simultaneously work my damnedest to keep it from affecting my schedules.

But all that aside, I am feeling very good today. I have no furniture to move. I have nothing particularly pressing to deal with. We had a scare with my grandmother mid-September, but she’s pulled through and I know she’ll be around for at least another ninety years, playing bridge and kicking out amazing apple pies.

Mostly, though, I feel safe, and I find it bemusing. Even as I sit here, refreshing my coffee cup and reading the second Mistborn novel, I find myself in reflection. The heroine of the series and I share a characteristic: neither of us believes in or trusts the concept of “safety”. A part of me will always stubbornly insist that there is No Such Thing.

But I have a do-nothing day for the first time in what’s been eight months, and on a do-nothing day it is okay to temporarily give in to that illusion.

And because my do-nothing days are more “do-nothing-important” than truly “do-nothing“, I have Christmas limas soaking and plans to bake cookies.

C’mon, this is me after all. I can’t exactly just sit by and do nothing.