I like it that my hairdresser is rarely running on time. I make sure I’m there at the correct time and I subconsciously look forward to the pre-cut minutes without activity. Permission is granted to do nothing. Sometimes I read a magazine (it’s the only time I read magazines) but mostly I allow myself to simply sit and watch the little world in front of me go about its business. Noted on this occasion: my hairdresser has very nice indoor plants.
Happiness as Anarchy #286: Forced rest
