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“I wish *I* had free time!”

I can’t count how many times a friend or coworker has said this to me. It’s usually their response to my response to their question: What did you do this weekend? I flip through my photo feed to find a photo of my latest crafty creation. But where do I get the time? Like my friends, I’m also binge-watching an entire season of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (Unbreakable!), but I’m also doodling or sewing or making a notebook or designing notecards or crocheting a hat or sewing a catnip carrot. The idea of sitting idly while watching television does not work for me. You might think I’m not capable of relaxing, but I’d say this is exactly how I relax. 

Last week I read an article in Business Insider by Shana Lebowitz, who, in an effort to be more “like Warren Buffett and Marissa Meyer,” tries a series of four hobbies over four weeks. She undertakes this challenge not to enjoy herself, but “to be less boring.” She quotes a life coach, a psychologist, and a time management expert, who all agree on the benefits of having outside interests. Lebowitz tries coloring (“I was delighted.”), letter writing (which results in her reconnecting in real life with an old friend), meditation (which she undertakes with a competitive spirit) and cooking and baking (which her coworkers definitely appreciate). When she’s done, she doesn’t really seem too convinced on the benefits of hobbies; she concludes: “I don’t think you need a hobby to be interesting — but I suspect you need a hobby to feel interesting.” Hmph.

According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the average American has roughly 5 hours of leisure time per day, and spends about half of that watching TV. The other two and half hours involved socializing, computer use, reading, sports, and “relaxing and thinking.”

So here’s my challenge: try doing something creative during your TV time. Doodle, color, take up knitting. If your hands are busy making things, it’s harder to grab for those Doritos. It’s a win-win.

If Bojack Horseman lived in Portlandia and wrote a children’s book in the style of Richard Scarry, it would look like this.  

I stumbled upon the book, What Are We Even Doing with Our Lives? (HarperCollins, 2017), while browsing my local library somewhere between the essays and the humor section. This “most honest ‘children’s’ book of all time” is definitely not for children unless you want them to grow up to be cynical hipsters. It features meticulously detailed two-page spreads of anthropomorphic animals going about their Very Busy Days in a city called “Digi Valley.” I am a huge Richard Scarry fan, so I took the book home and read it in one sitting (I mean, it is a picture book).

At the Busy Bean Café, we meet characters like Freelancer Frank, Realtor Rick, and Bella the Beauty Blogger, who use the free wifi to communicate with everyone except the people sitting right next to them. Bella the Barista is just trying to pay off her college loans after getting a degree in photography.  She just needs to figure a way to monetize her Instagram feed. Roommates Frances and Sadie rent their extra room on airbnb to “fund their web series while their parents in Indiana pay the rest of the rent.”

It’s a sad and hilarious commentary on our use of technology that only further alienates us from each other as we barely manage to get through our days.

But what will our new friends even do with themselves if the Wi-Fi goes down in Digi Valley? 

What Are We Even Doing with Our Lives? was created by real-life best friends Chelsea Marshall (author) and Mary Dauterman (illustrator). Get it at your local independent bookstore!

If you were a child in the 80s, you might remember this game.  The word game is very generous to describe this torture device. I received one from my grandmother (for Christmas, no less) in 1982. For the uninitiated, here’s how you play: you empty all of the shapes onto the floor, set the timer, and push down the red tray. You then have exactly 60 seconds to put all of the pieces back before the tray pops up and the yellow shapes go everywhere.  I forgot to mention that while this is happening, the timer offers you a kind reminder in the form of a tick-tick-tick-tick that prepares our youth for a lifetime of high blood pressure.

Look, I’m not going so far as to say that this game had some indelible effect on me, but I would say that I am a bit of a perfectionist. I’m not sure if this is a chicken-or-egg situation, but I do remember also ironing and alphabetizing my money in my youth (fun fact: US currency has a letter on it that corresponds to the city in which it was printed) or obsessively organizing my notebooks for school. In a kid, it’s kind of adorable, but in an adult, not so much. It takes forever to get anything done because nothing is done when your standards are so high.

Fast forward a couple of (okay, maybe three) decades. Right now, I’m a bit paralyzed to  publish anything. Why? It’s not polished enough. It doesn’t accurately or adequately convey the message I am trying to send. But that’s the point of a blog. It’s a sandbox for thoughts and ideas and it is always evolving. It’s iterative. Just like my identity that is constantly under construction and never fixed in one place. Nothing I write will never accurately or adequately capture the essence of who I am because who I am is constantly changing. And that is not the sign of pathology; that is a sign of growth.

I can always tell that I’m anxious when I perseverate over ridiculously minute details. I remember when I first got my last job, I anguished for hours over how to display my work ID. What kind of ID holder what I have? As if this were the ultimate statement on who I am and what type of employee or coworker I would be. I remember trying keychains and around-the-neck lanyards until I finally settled on a retractable reel that I could clip on my clothes even if I didn’t have pockets. But I remember doing hours of Internet research about all of the available options from Etsy to Amazon. What was that all about?

It was my fear of failing at that new job and, now, failing at this “Great Transition” experiment. What if I do all of this and end up just getting a job that pays two-thirds of what I was making before? Or what if I do all of this and in the process, expose myself in some way that makes me un-hireable? Unless I acknowledge my fear, I’m not going to be able to get rid of it.

My rational self would make me answer these questions: what’s the worst that could happen here? And if the worst thing happened, what would that say about me? The worst thing would be not making any progress. It would be telling people that I was going to do this thing, and not accomplish it. But procrastinating because it’s not 100% polished means I have zero percent chance of failing – and zero percent chance of success.

That’s it. I’m hitting ‘publish’ now.