I had a lazy day today. When my alarm went off at 7:00AM and again at 7:15AM I chose to ignore it. I then rolled my reluctant body out of bed forty minutes later. I opted not to go for the 1.8km run I had told myself I would attempt last night (yes, I ditched such a short run). I stayed in my pyjamas until I showered somewhere around noon.
I remember seeing a poll on twitter when I was in high school, the tweet read:
When do you wake up?
6:00
6:30
7:00
I am not a productive member of society.
That tweet clearly affected me, seeing as I remember it seven years later. It showed me the ugly hemisphere of productivity culture. It’s easy, for me at least, to characterise today as an unproductive day. But that’s because I’ve specifically led you to believe that I lay in bed watching YouTube, toast crumbs sticking in my stubble.
I did wake up later than usual, and I didn’t go for my run. Instead, I learnt German for twenty minutes (zwanzig minuten). I then stayed in my pyjamas because I dyed my linen jacket black (never mind why, it’s a long story) and I didn’t want to stain any nice clothing. I read To Kill a Mockingbird for an hour and a half. I played piano. I deep cleaned the stovetop. I then began repairing the floor in the boot of my car and was on my hands and knees, sweating in the midday sun, scrubbing my Mazda’s thirty year old carpeting.
You see? I think I’ve worked quite hard. Harder than some days I’ve spent in an office. I didn’t wake up before dawn, down a green juice and cycle eighteen kilometres to work at my accounting firm, but who does! I didn’t work for a company or for profit, but dammit, I was productive. Now, if you need me, I’ll be breathing life back into my very deserving 1993 hatchback.