Summer holidays. I don’t have great expectations for this time in the year. As I prefer to travel around in Spring or Autumn, in Summer I enjoy the simple (yet not easy) fact of disconnecting, pushing away responsibilities and forgetting about checking the calendar.
Two weeks ago – it feels like yesterday! How scary is it? – I spent some days in the beautiful landscape of Cabo de Gata, in Almeria (my Instagram is full of pictures from the place). I didn’t do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING useful. Oh my! I remember that last year I kept my holidays busy, reading, writing, working on my projects… seizing to the last second of my rest days.
While I put down in words these thoughts, I realize that I spend the year trying not to waste my time. From common things such as reading or listening to podcast on my commute, writing posts on my lunch time or scheduling every single task on my to-do, to major issues like being an early bird even in weekends or deleting naps from my life because of the big waste of time they mean to me.
This obsession of mine is something that I can’t nor I want to change. Being busy makes me happy, that’s it. But I can listen to my body and realize that, at some point, I need to stop for a while despite having to ignore my workaholic subconscious. Do you know how bad I feel for not having written any blog post for the past two weeks? Believe it or not, it affected my health starting with a kind of anxiety that eventually it has turned into a stomach ache.
So, except for today’s post, I’ve decided that I won’t do anything during my summer holidays and I’ll do my best to not feel bad about it. What are 15 days compared to the remaining 50 weeks in the year when I can keep happily busy? Happy dolce far niente!