#nothingdays

I did nothing today, and it was amazing.

It was not what I planned. In fact I kept trying to get the day started but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

So I read most of the 4th Bridgerton novel, played a new Phase 10 app I discovered, and watched The New Girl on Netflix. And it’s all okay.

Sometimes you just need a nothing day. Rest is important.

Nothings Days

Dear Socsci prof, 

My self-care practice or activity is what our family psychiatrist (or if you want a milder term, life coach) would refer to as “nothing days”. (In Western ideologies, this is called a mental health day and these “nothing days” or “mental health days” are essential for my sanity.) Basically, in “doing something” for myself, I allot “considerable” time in my day where I drop everything and “do nothing”. 

As a PHE advocate*, I am happy, content, and satisfied with my performance- or the lack thereof because even on my trashy days (fine, to pay respect and homage to the term, “nothing days”), I am still of and for the environment because I am biodegradable (or in a more patriotic term: nabubulok).

I promised myself that my freshie year would be my hiatus year where I would be more focused on internal self-discovery rather than external but because of this, I have felt restless (partly due to guilt stemming from my inaction); however, I have come to realize two things: first is that you cannot give too much of something that you have so little of and that I should recuperate to gain back what was either lost or given (my energy), and second is that healing isn’t linear, in short, I should savor this year of my service to self (and God) before I invest once more, most if not all of my time to service to others (and God). 

Tired but tried,

Letter S (03•06•20)