When I was a much younger reader, reading books that were probably above my ken at that time, one of the tropes was the woman dying of consumption, reclining gracefully on her chaise longue, sipping laudanum. To my mind, that sounded so very romantic and glamourous, and I wanted to grow up to be just that way!
Here's the problem: as I later learned, this was all code for "dying of tuberculosis with an opium addition." No thanks.
Recently, the New York Time published an article about languishing (🔒) in which the author says
At first, I didn’t recognize the symptoms that we all had in common. Friends mentioned that they were having trouble concentrating. Colleagues reported that even with vaccines on the horizon, they weren’t excited about 2021. A family member was staying up late to watch “National Treasure” again even though she knows the movie by heart. And instead of bouncing out of bed at 6 a.m., I was lying there until 7, playing Words with Friends.
It wasn’t burnout — we still had energy. It wasn’t depression — we didn’t feel hopeless. We just felt somewhat joyless and aimless. It turns out there’s a name for that: languishing.
Languishing is a sense of stagnation and emptiness. It feels as if you’re muddling through your days, looking at your life through a foggy windshield. And it might be the dominant emotion of 2021.
Yes. Exactly this. There are things on my Never Ending To Do List that have been there since December 2019. In part, I know that's because I lost all my vacation time since to working (or, more recently, Spring Break was spent moving and working). Summer Vacation is rapidly approaching. I have no intention of spending this as I did last summer, working virtually every day for at least five hours, trying to get things ready for next year. I have some professional development planned, but my major goal is to perhaps move past "languishing" to something closer to "flourishing" (the apparent opposite... although I don't think that's quite right, but I'm too exhausted to come up with the correct antonym).
I have one work-related task to accomplish in July. One. And as far as I'm concerned, that will be it. Everything else can wait until August.
Excuse me while I find a chaise longue to recline on, gracefully.