Last week, a friend of mine greeted me with, "So, how's the sybaritic life?" I thought I knew what she meant, but I decided to look it up to make sure. And it wasn't quite what I thought.
Merriam-Webster has this to say:
Definition of SYBARITE:
1 [from the notorious luxury of the Sybarites]: VOLUPTUARY, SENSUALIST
— syb•a•rit•ic adjective
Synonyms: debauchee, decadent, hedonist
Now, I don't know who the Sybarites were, and why their luxury was so notorious, but I would like to argue that I am not living a voluptuous life.
Yes, there are times when I can read or watch TV or do whatever I want, but most of the time I am living the routine life. I am doing the dishes and laundry. I write this blog every day and I am working on my novel every day, as well as researching the Prohibition era. I am ridding my home of my paper piles. Exercising and eating/cooking healthy food every day takes a lot of time. My online class has started and that requires a time commitment as well. In addition, I am volunteering in my community and I am planning on travelling to see my family.
I'm doing all sorts of work. It's just the kind of work that nobody is paying me for. It is a delicious freedom to do the work I choose. It's just not sensuous.