Saturdays are different now. I have them entirely to myself, and I try to spend part of them in my flat, simply to center myself outside of everything that happens during the rest of the week.

Sometimes I end up working or cleaning or socializing, but I’ve realized over the past few months that the most valuable thing I do on Saturdays is sitting in the window while thinking. I never get bored because there’s a lot going on now, and a lot to process of what’s gone on before.

Lists of hobbies like the kind we see on social networking sites usually do not include “thinking” next to “traveling” and “hiking” and “knitting”. How would one quantify a hobby like that, anyway? We’re all expected to think, but I hadn’t really set aside specific time for it before now.

I accomplished some thinking today. What does that even mean? Writing about thinking seems a little self-indulgent, but I write about feeling all the time. Something I thought about today was how to write about thinking. Now that’s meta.

Published by Halsted M. Bernard

An ever-molting black swan. Reader, writer, library director, over-enunciator. Listening + Unlearning. Opinions are my own. She/her. #BlackLivesMatter

3 thoughts on “saturdays

  1. I think “humming and staring at walls” is one of my hobbies on MySpace — staring off into space (i.e. thinking) is one of my primary occupations in life.

  2. That’s an interesting opposite to me: I spend most of my time thinking, and, most of that, thinking about how my actions and influence make other people feel. I spend almost no time at all feeling for myself. In the past, my attempts to do so have been shoddy at beast – usually thinking about how I should feel rather than how I do feel.

    Do you ever try to feel how you should think, instead of thinking? I’m not sure if that even makes any sense. Good luck with the thinking.

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