Doing nothing - well, almost nothing

I've been learning to do nothing. It's really good for you - I read so in the paper. Although apparently, unless you are dead, you are always doing something. However, doing nothing is supposed to help boost your creativity; your brain needs the 'downtime'; you're more likely to be able to regain your own attention (whatever that means); and being busy isn't always about doing the important things in life. At least I can agree with that final point.

Mind you, I'm still none the wiser as to what 'doing nothing' really entails. For example, does lying in a hammock and reading a book count as doing nothing or do I technically have to put the book down and contemplate the sky? And what about swimming? I mean, apart from keeping count of how many lengths I've done, surely that's downtime for my brain? Or perhaps not? Or perhaps I should just not count the lengths?

Oh let's face it, doing nothing really doesn't come naturally to me. Not if I have to ask so many questions about how to do it!

So, apart from 'indulging' in lots of un-busy swimming and reading, I've also turned my attention to making some presents. Of course, the alternative to making presents is buying them but even I know that shopping cannot possibly be counted as doing nothing, so I'm just hoping that blanket stitching whilst listening to a radio drama is.

Anyway, as a result of my doing nothing, or at least as close to doing nothing as I have so far managed, I have made another of my appliquéd blankets. I'd bought the fabric about six months ago but with a birthday rapidly approaching, it finally made it to the top of the list of projects.

Having not made a blanket for ages I'd forgotten how satisfying and relaxing I find the whole process. And perhaps it's as close as I'll get to doing nothing - after reading and swimming of course!