As my two week Christmas holiday comes to - a close I find myself thinking (as I always do after a longer break) back to the real world. Back to wage slavery and a chronic lack of time, not only for leisure but simple labour reproduction and household labour. A part of me is still so conditoned that I can’t help but think of breaks from work as fantastical and dream like; a cruel taste of how wonderful life can be when one isn’t beholden to a capitalist master. When one has time and space to breathe and be and enjoy the cosmic miracle that life even exists.
It’s easy to get caught up in the work life. I had a week and a half of holiday with Christmas and New Year and just hanging around and doing my own stuff and seeing friends and family makes me realise how much of a different person I am when working. I try to live my life a bit more when working. Read more, watch less tv and social media. That kind of stuff. It helps a bit.