It’s been a long day at work. Or your kid won’t stop fake-crying and you’re about to real-cry in a fluffy towel at Target. Or you forgot that appointment. Or you heard that voicemail. Sometimes you need to shut down your brain.
It’s not cold and heartless. It’s self-care. At some point your patience and empathy run out and you need to recharge. A nap. A snack. Perhaps a book with a cover you hide. Maybe a TV show you won’t confess to watching. You may feel guilty for spending me time. But time after time, your mindless activity, this mental bliss gets you through the tough moment so you can engage again.
Why do we feel ashamed of certain renewal choices? Why does it matter if we watch true crime programs (hooked), or read pulp fiction novels (guilty), or eat fancy chocolate (more, please)? I love a good mix of high brow and low brow culture. The Book of Mormon. The Big Lebowski. A profile of Britney Spears through the lens of her hairstyles. Deal me in.
Especially if it means it stops my brain from spinning and worrying over things that don’t really matter, if it puts things into proper perspective. If you’re managing the important stuff in your life, why aren’t you putting some coping butter on those stressed veggies? We’re human and occasionally we need a good thrill, a good cry, a good laugh.
What’s your mindless activity? Are you a Fixer Upper fan? Do you have a favorite tabloid? Do you have a secret stash of treats? Will the JonBenet cold case ever be solved? Tell me about it.