The hardest part about not having a job or an occupation is not the free time. The problem is not not having things to do.

You see, there are many things that I can do and that I do do. I've been extremely involved with several non-profits here and my volunteer experience in Guelph will be enough to fill a resume by the time this year is up. I have cooked much, translated much, read much, slept much and have certainly found things to do. I have crocheted a scarf and I'm learning to knit. I've tried yoga and currently manage six Facebook pages. I've patched clothing, made homemade flour tortillas, have dreams of starting to garden and keep up with many blogs. I don't sit around with nothing to do. Sure, I have days where I do absolutely nothing, but that's not because there is nothing to do. I just chose not to do it.

The hardest part, then, is having nothing that must be done... No schedule that must remain fixed, no deadlines that cannot be moved and no appointments that must be kept. And with this, comes the assumption that my time is free... cheap... usable...shareable...and expendable. Since none of my commitments are pressing, they're rarely seen as true "commitments." Since my tasks are not jobs, other tasks can take their place.

That... that is the hardest part.