The last comment on my very old June post spoke of blog burnout. And we've all been there. Somehow, what started out as fun turns into just one more task we have to accomplish on a regular basis. Those of you with jobs, hobbies, a church, children, and insatiable food cravings know what I'm talking about. Yes, I could get everything I need to in 24 hours, but who wants to do that?
I'm going somewhere with this. Really. I think "down time" has been given a bad rap. Kinda like SUVs in California. Sometime around 1984 (I've narrowed it down to September), some guy in a suit made the decision that daydreaming equaled laziness. I beg to differ. Although, by the time we grow up, we refer to it as "meditating."
I've decided (without confering the afformentioned suit) that the average male of my species requires 2.37 hours of "nothing" time daily (no, ladies, THAT doesn't count). It doesn't all have to happen at once. I suggest you pace yourself. Start with a Calvin & Hobbes comic collection. That definately counts. Sitcoms count, too, but they often leave you feeling a bit slimy, so I recommend another source. During the course of this downtime, the brainwaves darn near flatline. The heart should keep beating. If it stops, consult your family physician or have your wife initiate THAT. Either method is fine.
After several weeks, you should be very near the daily recommended allowance of dowtime. Let nothing interfere. Not blogging, not work, maybe THAT. But that's where I have to draw the line.
Ready to get started? Okay, here we go...