Nothing, I did nothing today!
Nothing. I did nothing today. A couple of weeks ago, I took my camera out for a walk and was gone for almost three hours. After I came back home and while I was looking through the pictures, my sister called. She asked me what I’d been up to. Without thinking, I blurted, “I did nothing today. I got nothing done. Now I have so much to do; I’m behind on all the chores.” After we finished talking, I went to the kitchen, the pile of dishes was looking at me. As I started washing, my mind wandered back to the earlier conversation with my sister. Why did I tell her I’d done nothing ? Have chores and household tasks become the only markers of my productivity? Do they get to define who I am? Is that how I now measure my worth? Hmmm, long pause. The answer was yes but that’s because I had been conditioned to think that way. Wandering without purpose, even for pleasure, felt like a waste of time. If photography were my profession, maybe I’d see those hours as productive. But simply...