Downtime

I’ve arrived at a hiatus – things have, almost overnight, seem to have have come to something of a gentle repose. It’s not something I generally relish – I’d much prefer to be busy, getting on with the business of life, and wondering where all the time has gone, however at this particular juncture, it’s suiting me just fine.

In RL, for want of a better description, I suppose you could say I’m between jobs: My secondment and contract has ended, and I’m waiting on interviews to determine where my career takes me next. In the meantime, I’m tending to ‘work’ from home a lot, which has followed on from a couple of weeks break… It feels like I haven’t done a proper day’s work for a month! It’s not going to last, but whereas I’d normally be more than a little frustrated by the inactivity  I’m actually enjoying the opportunity to finally get around to all those things that have been nagging me for far too long. Things like, rebuilding the garden fence that blew down in February; giving the kitchen the proper clean and tidy-up that it’s needed for six months; and planning the redecoration of my bathroom and bedroom, both of which have been waiting for around three years for me to get started!

Inworld too, things seem to have slowed down a bit – perhaps it’s just my new, relaxed world view, but it does feel that things are not quite as manic as I’m used to.

Actually, it’s more than just a feeling – I know things have quietened down – the simple fact is, I’m getting stuff done that I wasn’t getting done before. After years of avoidance, I’ve finally got around to not only sorting out my ‘pending’ clothing folder, but I’ve also tried everything on, classified and filed every outfit, trashed all the superfluous sizes, appliers, notecards, LMs and all the other bloat that creators stash in their boxes, and I’ve even thrown out a pile of stuff that I know I’m never really going to wear, or simply doesn’t fit properly.

There’s more…

I’ve had spare time to rekindle my love of inworld exploring, in the process finding out that a disturbingly large quantity of the many landmarks I’ve accumulated over time now lead to empty plots, death-defying plunges through thin air, or far too frequently, popup messages informing me I’m not welcome and if I don’t head for the hills I’ll be summarily booted back home, (I just blacklist them – seems to do the trick). So, I’ve been thinning out my stock of useless landmarks too as I go along.

Then there are the pleasures of just dossing about doing nothing in particular: Something I’ve not really had a chance to do for quite some time. In particular, Monday evenings seem to be the time when everybody in my circle of friends disapear off to goodness-knows where on the Grid, and I’m pretty much left to my own devices and to do my own thing, which is great fun… It’s time well employed in shopping, fiddling around with bits and pieces, cruising the streets and skies in whatever vehicle takes my fancy, and simply chilling, enjoying the scenery and listening to music. Lovely.

The trouble is, I’m getting far too used to all this new-found downtime and I know that sometime in the not too distant future, life is going to return to it’s usual frenetic pace and I think I’m going to resent its intrusion, so as they say, I’m making hay while the sun shines, and my inventory is thanking me for it, and y’know what?

I feel pretty virtuous about it too!

s. x

Please, don’t spoil my day, I’m miles away
And after all I’m only sleeping
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time
The Beatles – I’m Only Sleeping

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