Life on the Unemployment Line
It is a weird feeling being employment-free when everyone is working. It is especially weird living in a house with three other people that do have day jobs. I often will sit alone in my chair reading. I will more often sit alone in my chair thinking. When I, in the past, have had a job, I often tell myself that I do not have enough time to sit in solitude to pray, read and just think. Now that I have all the time in the world, I still feel as if I do not have enough time to think. Sitting and thinking is a funny thing because it never produces any real tangible fruit. At least when I read and when I pray, I at the bare minimum, get the satisfaction of knowing that I have done those things which I firmly believe are good for my mental and spiritual health. I can also say that I have read a certain number of chapters or a certain number of books. I can say that I have successfully prayed x amount of rosaries, or I have prayed with the entire Gospel of Matthew this month.