At last I had made time to step away from my work and relax. Not just for one evening either; I was doing it every day. For a short while I had managed to breath some space into my schedule.

But space is a vacuum.

Currently, my time is packed with chores. I have a speech to prepare. Difficult problems to solve at work. A new project to draw up a proposal for. A diary that has an uncomfortable number of activities in it. Plus the usual pile of paper work to… ignore. To try and fit this all in, and make sure I still create time to relax, is difficult.

But I’ve been doing it.

Today, after doing my set number of hours of work, I pressed play on a new audio book, opened up my sketch pad, and smiled – proud of myself for carving out an evening of casual time.

Time to relax.

But.

By multitasking?

By crafting anatomical drawings in my sketchbook?

By listening to a book on the Six Day War and its impact on the modern-day Middle East?

Somehow it doesn’t quite fit my image of what relaxing should be.

But I’ve tried to fit that image. With a mindless movie or a novelty novel. And I’ve found that bores me. And boredom does not mean the same as relax.

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