Twitter, I think we need to spend some time apart. Really, it’s not you, it’s me! Scrolling through the never-ending feed that is Twitter is more than a habit. It has crept into my muscle memory. More than once I’ve been watching an episode on Netflix and suddenly realized I don’t really understand what is happening because I’ve been mindlessly scanning through new tweets. Or I’ve become bored because there is a full minute until the bus arrives, so I better see what’s going on in the world.

Yesterday I got back from a five-day trip to neighboring Denmark. It was a welcome break from my thesis work, but it turned out to also be a break from something more time consuming than that.

We had rented a house in Vorupør, population 606, in the Thy National Park. It is not the end of the world, and we could of course have picked up a Danish newspaper whenever we went grocery shopping, and had World War 3 begun we would most likely have heard about it from the locals, but as it was we stayed pretty much in the dark when it came to anything outside Thy.

I made a startling realization the other day. I’m lazy. Sure, I work and study just as much as I should during the weeks, I exercise about four times a week and I walk my dog. It is not that kind of lazy. It’s in my admittedly well-earned spare time that I am lazy.

As university, and later work, started taking up more time, I made up for it by doing less when I am not working. Don’t get me wrong, I belong to the group of people that believe that overtime is unproductive and even hurtful in the long haul - all hail the 40 hour week! What I mean is that spare time does not have to equal ass-on-couch-time.