A few weeks ago, I lost my job. Not an unusual thing in the film world, but this particular time it came a bit sooner than I had expected. This meant that my winter “sabbatical” came early, and I began my yearly foray into Not Doing Anything. The film business becomes exceptionally slow in the winter months, so many of us skip the country for warmer climes for months on end, a few of us take other jobs, and sometimes you just take your well earned e.i. and catch up on back episodes of all the shows you don’t get to see while you’re working 12-18hr days.
While the tiny bit of me that is a take charge, get it done, do things woman feels really really bad that I don’t use this time to be massively productive- redecorating, making hats, sewing all the projects I’ve ignored, hitting the gym, even just cleaning house- I do a pretty good job of medicating her into submission for a couple months. It’s amazing what netflix and a bottle of red can do to your will to do anything at all but sit on the couch under a blanket and pretend like there is no outside and no reason to go there and get all cold and wet. Lets face it, Canada in the winter is pretty damned bleak (the eventual arrival of some soft white frozen water does cheer things a bit momentarily) and godforsakenly cold. And it’s only going to get worse.
So I’ve decided to embrace the fine Ursine tradition of hibernation. Admit it, you would to… if you didn’t have a job, kids, a dog that needs walking, or a significant other looking at you like you’re some sort of strange sub-species of (super hot) sloth. And I don’t. I don’t have any of those things. I have me and my apartment that I will get around to cleaning and properly decorating when I feel like it. Because I can. This is the lighter side and if I’m not going to have any of those things (largely through fate, circumstance and no fault of my own) then I’ll be damned if I don’t enjoy the occasional perk of sleeping in, random afternoon naps, and popcorn dinners snuggled on the couch by myself.
I know for a fact my very responsible, grown up, mother of two sister would kill for the chance to sleep till noon some days.