This kind of image. Summer sun. Floating around a bit. Doing absolutely nothing. Blissful. And unbearable. Because I know it all to well. Dreaming of not having to do anything for a while. No emails, no to-do\u2019s, no meetings that could\u2019ve been emails. But give me ten minutes (if that), and I\u2019m already looking around. What can I do? What should I be doing? Where\u2019s my list..?<\/p>\n
Doing nothing feels weird. Unproductive. A waste of time. As if every moment needs to be used or justified. As if taking a break is only allowed when it\u2019s part of a meticulously planned recovery program with measurable KPIs.<\/p>\n
I call it drifting… Even the word itself sounds suspicious, doesn\u2019t it? Like you have no idea where you\u2019re going. No goal, no direction, no purpose. And that\u2019s exactly the point. We\u2019ve collectively developed an allergy to aimlessness. To simply being somewhere without achieving anything.<\/p>\n
Except on vacation. Then it\u2019s suddenly allowed. Then we call it \u2018relaxing\u2019 or \u2018recharging\u2019. But on a Tuesday afternoon at three o\u2019clock? Unthinkable. That\u2019s when you\u2019re supposed to be \u2018on\u2019. Doing nothing becomes suspicious. You\u2019re lazy. Or worse: disengaged.<\/p>\n
We sometimes forget that always being \u2018on\u2019 can also be a form of addiction. Being busy feels good. It gives you the sense that you matter. That you\u2019re needed. That you\u2019re alive and making the most of it. But when there\u2019s a \u201ctoo\u201d in front of it, maybe it\u2019s just a form of escape. A way to avoid coming to a standstill. Because when it gets quiet, you might hear things you\u2019d rather not hear.<\/p>\n
And so we keep rushing. Running, planning, fixing, switching. As if standing still is dangerous. When actually, it\u2019s in stillness that space is created. For recovery, for yourself, or just… nothing. No new input. No expectations. No performance.<\/p>\n
Drifting, then. Not as a goal. Not as a method. But as a different sound. A quiet, small protest against a world that just keeps barreling forward. And yes, it feels uncomfortable at times. Occasionally pointless. But maybe that\u2019s exactly why we need it.<\/p>\n
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