Il bel far niente: The beauty of doing nothing. p 61
I can't do it, enjoy doing nothing. Liz had a hard time finding it. We have approached the subject in the same manner: analytically. "How is pleasure most efficiently maximized?" she writes. (p 62) My thinking is the same: "How does one define pleasure? (she and I actually feel the same guilt) Do I actually deserve to enjoy something. Let me ask others how they find and experience pleasure. Do some research. Collect data." Bullshit!
She writes, "All I had to do was ask myself every day, for the first time in my life, "What would you enjoy doing today, Liz? What would bring you pleasure right now?" I ask myself the same questions (except I don't call myself Liz.) The answer is, I'm enjoying this right now. I'm enjoying writing this. Thank you, Liz, for your experience and for sharing it. Maybe I can learn from it. I realize that I actually look forward to reading her story and writing about it every day, despite the stress of my life gripping lightly in my chest.
I wonder why this idea of a blog has come to me. It seems, I don't know, silly, stupid, yet exciting all at the same time. I could write it just for me. (Just for me? Could I?) I could just put my thoughts out there, without advertisement, and if some one happens to stumble upon it, so be it. Then, perhaps, it's meant to be. And, if it, perhaps helps some one else, the way Liz is helping me then so much the better.
Anyway, she's funny. And, I'm liking it.
BLOG is such a sucky word. It's like it's some kind of poop. Or, monster. Blog, the poop monster!
But, it's just for me. So, who cares? It's a place to collect my thoughts, just for my enjoyment and pleasure. Hah! This entry has just come full circle.
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