We are doing nothing today except for swimming and napping. This morning I enjoyed a Cuban cigar while sitting on a wave breaker. It was difficult to decide to concentrate on the dozen or so wildly colorful fish at my feet or the captivating horizon.
Taking a sabbath forces you reconcile yourself with not doing anything. I am obsessed with defining myself with and by what I do. When these have been removed, it makes me ask, “Who the hell am I?”