Vacation to Nowhere with Nothing to Do
Published by Laurie on Tagged Goals, Recreation, Life, Mindset
Having absolutely nowhere to go and nothing to do, that’s my dream vacation. I think I would love it, just do nothing. I can’t remember the last time I was conscious and did nothing. My kids are constantly complaining that there’s nothing to do, and I think, oh how glorious that would be. Nothing to do. I don’t even remember what that feels like. For me, there was always something to do. And lately there is more to do than there is time in the day. Never a moment to just do “nothing”.
It’s funny how I work all day, and think “I can’t wait to get home and do nothing” but that never happens. Not ever. I get home, and all the while I’m making dinner, I think to myself, after dinner, I’ll load the dishwasher, start some laundry, feed the dog, vacuum the living room, then I’m going to do nothing. But that never happens either. I always end up doing something. It’s infuriating
I know plenty of people whose goals are to travel to Paris, or Hawaii, maybe see one of the Seven Wonders of the World. My destination of choice is nowhere and nothing. It’s perfect for me, it’s cheap, you don’t need a passport and you don’t have to worry about packing. (although I would still need to find someone to let out the dog, but that’s ok). Now if I could just figure out a way to get there.
There’s always mind altering drugs, but that would be cheating. I would only have the illusion that there’s nothing to do, when in actuality there would still be plenty. That won’t work.
I guess I could make a concerted effort and just do it…nothing that is. But I would just worry about what I’m not doing, and technically worrying qualifies as something. What I’m going for here is actually doing NOTHING.
My guess is I’ll most likely go via a mental hospital. (the brochure looks nice) Ahhh…. sitting in a chair, rocking back and forth, staring into space. Now that’s what I call a vacation. Really, truly, doing nothing. No cooking, no cleaning, no working, no driving, no thinking, just the vast emptiness of nothing. I think they call that a nervous breakdown, now that’s do-able.
There aren’t many people who understand my yearning for nothing, including myself. I mean that’s what life is, it’s always something and something is what gives it meaning. “Nothing” is equated with death. Yet, still, while I have no desire to off myself (c’mon, I don’t want it that bad) I still would like a little vacation to nowhere. I can do without the Eiffel tower, the Grand Canyon, even Mount Everest. But, I’m determined, before I die, I’m going to go absolutely nowhere to do absolutely nothing. Now wouldn’t that be something.
September 2nd, 2007 at 7:39 pm
I took a vacation to nowhere yesterday. In the backyard. In the pool. With a book. And a drink. No one but me. Ahh. It was a glorious thing. I highly recommend you book yours soon.
September 3rd, 2007 at 5:26 pm
It sounds like maybe you just get too caught up in busywork. I’m not saying that a vacation of nothing isn’t right for you. Maybe it is, but maybe what you really need is the time to do things that are fun. Just plain fun.
Another thing is that maybe you just need to make a priority out of having even just an hour a day all to yourself. It would be a time where that hour belongs to you, and no interruptions are allowed. That also means that YOU have to hold yourself to it too.
Then again, maybe you really do need a vacation to nowhere.