We’re all so busy these days. Everyone I speak to complains of not having enough hours in the day. Sometimes it feels as if we run all day and get nowhere. As a writer, my mind is a constant chant of “I must do this, I must do that, I need to get this finished, I need to complete that…”.
Apart from the obvious, like a decent daily quota of words to be written, there’s research to be done, blog posts to write, emails to reply to, sales figures to check (I know, I know), Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads to check out, accounts to be thought about, more blog posts to write, a website to update, more emails to answer - the list seems never ending. Apart from that lot, there are dogs to walk, groceries to buy, food to prepare, house to clean, bills to pay, car to service and so on.
Other people have far more to deal with, like children to take care of, day jobs to cope with, and aging parents to care for. We're too busy. I'm always muttering "Busy, busy, busy..."
Then one day, I got sick. I went to bed feeling fine, my head full of what needed doing the next day, and I woke up feeling like death. I got out of bed, had a drink of water, and promptly returned to my bed and stayed there all day. I did the same the next day.
And guess what? Nothing happened. Truly. The world didn’t stop turning. My computer didn’t die from lack of use. Thunderbolts didn’t fall from the sky. No one starved. The dogs didn’t die. The house looks no worse than usual. Nothing happened.
Now that I’m back in the land of the living, I’ve decided that once a month, I’m going to have two pretend sick days. I won’t take to my bed, that would be far too boring, but I’m going to give myself permission to do nothing but please myself. After all, I know that the world won't end.
What about you? I’m not wishing illness on any of you, but are you busy, busy, busy? Do you think you might benefit from a couple of pretend sick days now and again?