I am feeling particularly confident in my life choices today, so I wrote this essay about my own particular version of idleness which I hope you will all enjoy. I have suffered my whole life with a feeling of being 'not good enough'. Not thin enough. Not tidy enough. Not successful enough. You get the picture. But I have recently, thanks to a conversation with my elder sister, come to the conclusion that, actually, my life ISN'T normal. I'm NOT like everyone who can hold down a 40-hour-a-week job and take care of kids and keep a reasonably presentable house and have hobbies and socialise and all the rest of it put together. I burn out INCREDIBLY quickly. If I do too much of one thing, I have no energy for the rest of the demands on me. And you know what? That's OK. I'll never be like 'other people' and no matter what my father tries to drill into me, it isn't NECESSARY for me to be like them. I have realised that this would be all well and good if I was the kind of…