Here’s my secret to wanting to do stuff when you don’t want to do stuff

The sun hit my pale face, and the wind pushed the back of my head forward, demanding me to stop the noise and look around.

Woosssshhhh.

And I stopped.

The park is beautiful in the morning. So peaceful, so few people. Mostly the ones who run or walk with headphones in. I see people over 50, a lot of them. That gives me hope.

And I genuinely want to live in a neighbourhood like that, where everybody is conscious about nurturing their body and mind.

How the light hits the grass, and how the wind brushes over, is so serene; two complementary ingredients for a good day.

So many things to be grateful for.

So much accomplishment of self-development in one year. This is my second year working on myself. I suck at it, most of the time (99% of the time), but that 1%. That’s why I keep going.

Here’s something I do no matter how I feel: go for a walk and make a cup of tea.

Both help.

Making some tea is soothing for me. The making and the drinking. You just put some burning water, which I easily pour from the coffee machine, because I have 0 patience and I would sooner turn over and do some flips than sit and wait for the water to boil.

So I put some hot hot water from the coffee machine, and I sink a tiny bag of tea. There’s a tiny sound when the bag hits the water, and it’s like resting my finger on one key, on my laptop’s keyboard. I’m doing that right now, and I believe it’s exactly the same soothing, most gentle clicking sound you can hear.

Skin hitting plastic. Or skin hitting water. Skin or paper, I hear the same sound.

Isn’t it funny how I have no patience to boil water? I believe that by doing that, I gain some extra time to observe details as such. That’s just my brain doing the math, so don’t. Just don’t go there. You do you. I’ll do me.

Then what I do is I put a small plate over the glass, and I leave it for infusion. In the meantime, I get ready a tablespoon and the honey. I go and continue my work, and in about half an hour, I come for the honey drip moment. The tea is lukewarm, and I whirl the spoon with the honey on it until I see no more honey on the spoon.

That’s a precise process, and it’s exactly the same, always.

You might find it boring and think why am I overdescribing how I’m making a cup of tea?

I just think that whenever I do that, I feel a bit better while making it, and while I’m drinking it.

Coffee, on the flip side, is rather rushed. I at least make it first thing in the morning, after washing my teeth and face, and drinking some water. But I’m making it without thinking.

The second coffee I’m making is more mindful, definitely. And it usually involves oat milk.

But still, it’s different from the 5 PM tea I’m making. It’s not the same vibe.

I need the coffee, but the tea — I make it because I don’t want to do anything else but that, in that precise moment. Sometimes not even that, but I’m telling you I do it anyway.

Sure, there are all sorts of plants that have wonderful effects, especially for women, so you might say we need the tea.

Uhhh, sort of, but not the same as coffee.

Not with the same drive, at least.

That’s what I could write about today.

What are you doing when you don’t want to do anything?

Also..doing nothing is too, a bliss.

A bliss I have to learn how to receive with open arms.