Interesting slice of life memoir about doing nothing as a service. Plenty of great reflective points about worth, money, etc. but the one that stood out most was the idea that something changes when there is someone else around, even a stranger. Having looked really closely at the time I spend alone on days off before my partner gets up, there’s a stark difference even when no expectations for my time or attention exists. Similar feeling at work going from my own office to a “collaborative” setup (spoken: we are having space constraints and you drew the short straw). It’s also quite interesting to see this through the cultural lens of a society that has seemed to perfect toxic work culture and societal pressure on various expected roles, though that is more of a subtext and requires outside reading to flesh out.

There is plenty of privilege baked into this though, imagine feeling safe enough to just meet strangers in private places based off of a twitter DM.