I haven't quite perfected it, but pretty soon, I'll be able to pat myself on the back, sit back down on the couch where I've been hibernating for the past few weeks, and say with a grim sense of satisfaction, "I've done it. Good job, you. A plus." And then I'll commence doing what I've been doing, which is essentially Nothing.
Doing Nothing can be very relaxing and satisfying for the first few days after A Big Event - in my case, it was returning home from a year of teaching abroad. I needed those few days. But then those days continued and I no longer felt so relaxed; my old restless energy, coupled with the boredom of being unemployed made me feel as though I'd entered Loserville. It was only a matter of time before my meager savings would dry up and I'd feel like a middle-aged waste of space. I'm NOT saying that unemployed people are a waste of space; I realize this economy's been hard on a lot of people. It's just how I feel about myself, right now.
The future's a funny thing. How do the days pass by so quickly? I wish I knew how to get ahold of its tail and tell it to just SLOW. DOWN. NOW.