I never loaf anymore. I remember the days of loafing: childhood, college. Spending afternoons lounging on boats, on beaches, on sun-warmed boulders on mountains, on my bed on a rainy day with a book, on the porch while the green trees whispered in the wind.
I don’t know how to loaf anymore. I’m always doing. Always going. I tried to cut back on work to make time with my family and for our home. The first day I logged off after my eight hour workday, I folded five loads of laundry, emptied the dishwasher, wiped down the kitchen, vacuumed, organized doctor and financial appointments, and did two ten-minute free writes.
I exhaust myself just thinking about it.
But I don’t know if I even want to loaf. If I did want to, I would, right? I’m trying to think if I know anyone who loafs anymore. Do grownups loaf? Grownups in their 30s and 40s, with partners or families or jobs or any and all of those things?
Maybe loafing these days is watching TV. That’s not how I think of loafing though. Loafing to me is lounging outside or with friends. Reclining like a loaf of bread, horizontal with some parts upright — maybe your head and shoulders, maybe your knees.
Characters loaf in Cannery Row. They’re active, too, but there’s a lot of sitting around shooting the shit. I wonder what the definition of loafing is. It’s aimless, I’m sure. And sedentary. Maybe. Does it have negative connotations? Like, the creatives in Mad Men who lie around on sofas — would that be considered loafing? The lying around is part of their creative process. They empty themselves so they can be filled. It looks like loafing, but is it?
Loaf looks like a sofa to me. Someone who loafs takes that shape, at least internally if not physically. The shape of relaxation and comfort and idleness. I could probably do with more loafing in my life.
loaf v. – 1. to idle away time. 2. to lounge or saunter lazily and idly.
For the month of April, I will be publishing a 10-minute free write each day, initiated by a prompt from my prompt box. Minimal editing. No story. Just thoughts spilling onto the page. Trying to get back into the writing habit.