#24 Leisure, time and chance
#24 Leisure, time and chance
Calls for rest and a great story
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This week, we start with a great anecdote about how cats are much better at understanding time than us humans. We follow up with other authors, defending the importance of leisure, laziness, and feeling our feelings. And to wrap it all up, a great story—not about time, but timing. Sometimes chance gives us unexpected moments we will remember forever. Go read!
Cats and Time
I think our cat Inkling understand time better than a lot humans do.
What Would My Therapist Say? #3
Feeling Down and Out
Dear Armchair Therapist,
I have been feeling down for a long time and I don’t know why. I have worked very hard, and I have everything I could want or need. A husband who loves me and two kids who are healthy and happy. I feel I am being ungrateful, and I have no right to feel this way. After all, I’m not sick with an incurable disease or in the middle of a war zone. I don’t have a bad or difficult life when I look around and see how it could be so much worse. What do I have to feel sad about when I have so much? What’s wrong with me?
Feeling Down and Out
The Sovereign Artist—Episode #6
The Millionaire Fantasy & I Drink Therefore I am & In Defense of Leisure & More
The most underrated skill of the 21st century: knowing how to relax.
Prioritize rest. At all costs. Rest not in the sense of watching Netflix or scrolling TikTok but searching for stillness.
When most of us hear the word leisure—we think of lounging around and wasting time. This definition is drastically misleading. Leisure historically meant freedom for creative and intellectual pursuits.
No rest for the wicked
Why are women so rubbish at resting
I do wonder if I’m not alone in this. Think about family barbeques or parties from when you were younger. If you grew up with a mam and dad, and perhaps grandparents… where were they? In my case, my mam and gran would be in the kitchen, chatting and preparing the food. The men in the family, however, would probably be at the barbie, while enjoying a beer in the garden. I can guarantee one thing about these get-togethers: my mam would be the last to eat.
She painstakingly prepared the food, and yet she would be the last to tuck into it? Make it make sense.
The magic of chance...and a smile...
...on a wet and windy night
As we started to gather our things together, the anticipatory scent of the Colonel’s Secret Recipe gathering in our nostrils, a couple of well-dressed ladies came in, smiled, and sat on the table next to us. I was worried that our lovely Fizz, who had had a dip in the pond and was fifty shades of brown and green, would get them dirty - so I made excuses for her general filth (not ours, mind) and got up to leave.
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