Tag: pause

Lausanne, 11th July 2026

It’s too hot. Is this the second or the third heat wave? I’m losing count. I think it’s the third, because we’re already hearing about the fourth, right on the heels of the third. So it’s the third, but it’s also just a blur of trying to function day after day in a building that definitely wasn’t designed for this type of weather. Between seven and eight I can enjoy my balcony with Juju. Before it got too hot, I tidied the kitchen, but by the time I was done, somewhere between 8:30 and 9:00, it was already too hot to move. Check the various temperature sensors, close windows, head downstairs for a more static activity.

In addition to figuring out how to function with less energy — still a problem following my accident — I have to figure out dealing with heatwaves. We’ve had them all these last years of course, but this year is way worse. I am so thankful I don’t have an old, sick cat to care for right now, and that Juju is self-maintaining.

Writing on paper is a more linear experience than writing on-screen. Although I’ve always very much been a “first draft” kind of person (even at school, I never made that many changes in between the first “pencil draft” and the “copied copy” I handed in), when typing I am more concerned about the structure of what I’m writing. Not overly, but more. I generally don’t proofread my blog posts, but I do pause whilst writing to read back up and sometimes make some changes as I go along.

Here, I’m approaching writing much more as a “handwriting exercise” (let’s see what it does to my brain!) and so I don’t start writing with a clear intention. It’s stream-of-consciousness, to a large extent. I sometimes write blog posts like that, but less often. A blog post (nowadays) has a TITLE, it’s supposed to be about SOMETHING. Not this. This is about getting legible words on paper with a pen. So I might as well talk-write about something.

The linear experience of lining up words on a page is funneling my scattered hyperactive mind into one direction. Left to → right (write?), the next word can be written in only one place, and once it is written it cannot be taken back. Lines above this one are dead and gone, set in ink, nothing more can be done about them. The only thing that counts is the next word I will write, following the sentence that is taking shape in my head, with the brakes on, because writing by hand is a slow process. As soon as I try to speed up to catch up with my brain, words become scribbles and hand muscles start to cramp.

So it’s interesting. Slowing down is the point. One can train a lot of things, including things our brain does, and “training”, repeating an exercise again and again, is how you train.

I have a lot of trouble resting, stopping, taking a break — not to mention “doing nothing”. Post-accident, I am trying to learn. Actually, I was already trying before (half-heartedly), but now I HAVE to, or the consequences are severe. Lying down and closing my eyes for just five minutes is often impossible, because it’s just too uncomfortable. Try staying still and “doing nothing” when your head is a beehive of thoughts, ideas, emotions, intentions, and desires. Sadly, I often end up scrolling. It gives the illusion of “stopping”, but it doesn’t help the beehive.

So I have a collection of “rest activities”. Jigsaw puzzles. Listen to a podcast or watch a TV series. Read a book. Listen to a song. Physical activity of course, but that’s off the table, particularly with this heat. I’m going to add writing. Not for the content, but for giving my brain a linear experience without input. Because input feeds the bees.

Bees are good. They produce honey. (Can you see I’m tiring?) But when they’re just buzzing around, agitated or angry, no honey is being made. And that helps no one, especially not me.

I will be the queen bee.