Most of us can sit still. What we can't do is sit still without a reason.
I once held a phone to my ear in a supermarket car park and said "yeah" to nobody for eight minutes. A woman was loading her bags into her car. I didn't want her to see me doing nothing.
The essays below are about that guilt, on a day off or in a car park, and the empty hour on the other side of it. Nobody here asks what you did today.
My Friday plans got cancelled, and I spent twenty minutes in one shoe trying to save the evening. When a plan falls through, you don't have to replace it.
Eight minutes in an empty car park, and I faked a phone call so nobody saw me sit still. That's how guilty I felt for resting. Rest doesn't need a reason.
True leisure requires effort, but not the kind we think. Exploring the paradox of working at not working and finding genuine rest in our restless world.
Discover the practice of keeping hours deliberately empty. How unstructured time creates space for spontaneity, creativity, and genuine rest in our overscheduled lives.