Wanting to waste my time

I had a fairly busy day today, as I usually have every Monday. Not frantic, just busy. Unlike the last few weeks, it was hot and summery, it actually looked and felt like July. And spending time inside, keeping busy, it just struck me: Mondays are worse when it is nice and hot outside. When I walked home from the train station, traffic was jammed everywhere in the narrow streets, which is always the case here during peak time, but always surprises me nevertheless. I live in a small town, it should be quieter.

So today I did not want to work, I wanted to waste my time. I wanted to be out, sit in a park and read, or sing something, or even work outside. I miss being creative I guess. Artists, whatever their particular trade, can work outside pretty well. Sadly, I cannot just take my computer out of the office and receive phone calls in the nearest park. It wouldn't be very creative, but I would enjoy the temperature. Maybe I would not get much, if any, work done. But that is maybe the nature of the beast. I envy artists for this: doing nothing, wasting time is probably part of the creative process. And I don't say this to be dismissive, I strongly admire artists, I am sometimes an artist myself and I think it matters to be be inactive sometimes. I certainly needed it today.