>I decided to take this week off (despite having a massive primary text editing project looming over my head), and have realized, to my utter horror, that I’m not very good at relaxing around the house. Now, I’m great at relaxing and doing nothing if I’m somewhere scenic — on a beach or a river bank, or at an outdoor cafe or bar in a city, for example — but I feel a little at loose ends here at home in Rust Belt. And given the mugginess of the weather, I have a little cabin fever, too.
Sure, I have books to read, and I pick one up every now and then, but none of them are really holding my interest at the moment. I think I need to order some new books (suggestions welcome!), because I think I’ve overdosed on the pulp genre fiction that I often spend my summers on. (Btw, can my peeps of the internets tell me: is The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo going to be all financial crimes all the time? I don’t think I can take 600 pages of that, to be honest.) So I find myself reading, then playing a game on my iPhone, then checking FB, then flipping through a magazine, and then going back to the novel again.
I think maybe because I was going non-stop for the entire school year until the end of NCS, I just don’t have any more energy left for steady concentration — at least not at the moment.
Has anyone else experienced this? Or is it just me? Or is it true that the web is making me stupider? Ack!
PS — Was my last post too much about Me Me Me to elicit comment? Does no one else identify with the ups and downs of professional confidence?