I always thought doing nothing meant just lying around, scrolling, maybe sleeping a bit too much. But today, I set out to really do nothing. No phone. No background music. No “quick emails.” Just me, sitting on my bed, breathing.
At first, it was peaceful. Then it got weird. My brain started throwing random memories at me. A teacher from third grade. That time I embarrassed myself at a wedding. I even started wondering if spiders get bored.