Episode Transcript
Transcripts are displayed as originally observed. Some content, including advertisements may have changed.
Use Ctrl + F to search
0:01
Welcome to bedtime
0:03
stories for everyone,
0:07
in which nothing much
0:09
happens, you feel
0:11
good, and then you
0:14
fall asleep. I'm
0:17
Catherine Nikolai. I
0:19
write and read all the
0:21
stories you hear on Nothing
0:24
Much Happens Audio
0:27
Engineering is by Bob Witttersheim.
0:31
If you need more nothing much
0:34
in your life, my
0:36
book, also called Nothing
0:38
Much Happens, is
0:40
available from your favorite bookseller.
0:44
It is full of beautiful color
0:47
illustrations, old
0:49
favorites and never before
0:51
heard stories, recipes,
0:55
a map of the village,
0:58
and a cozy index so
1:01
you can search for stories by
1:03
your favorite feel good topic. It's
1:07
been translated into many languages
1:10
and is for sale all over the world.
1:14
If you're in the States, you can get an
1:16
autographed copy, or, if
1:18
you're not, an autographed book
1:21
plate from Nothing Much Happens
1:23
dot com. Now,
1:28
just by following along with
1:30
my voice and
1:32
the gentle turns of the
1:34
story I'm about to tell you, you
1:39
will be training your brain to
1:42
have a reliable response,
1:46
that is to relax, focus
1:50
and tip into slumber. Well,
1:54
that response gets stronger with
1:57
practice, so have
1:59
a bit of patience. If you're new
2:01
to this, I'll
2:04
tell the story twice
2:07
and I'll go a little slower the second
2:09
time through. If
2:12
you wake in the middle of the night, think
2:15
back through any part
2:17
of the story you can remember. Often
2:22
that will put you right back to sleep.
2:27
And if it doesn't, please don't
2:29
hesitate to just turn the story right
2:31
back on. The
2:34
longer you wait to
2:37
get back on track, well,
2:39
you're missing sleep, but you're also
2:42
giving the gears
2:44
a chance to turn and build momentum.
2:48
Now, switch off your light,
2:53
set down your device. It's
2:56
time make
2:59
your body as comfortable as
3:01
you can. If
3:04
there are leftovers
3:07
from your to do list today, recognize
3:12
they weren't in the end, meant
3:15
for today, and
3:18
that's okay. Feel
3:21
your limbs going heavy, your
3:25
eyes softly closing.
3:29
Breathe in through your nose, and
3:35
sigh from the mouth again,
3:41
in and
3:45
out. Good.
3:53
Our story tonight is
3:55
called Sunday Reset,
3:59
and it's a story about a day set
4:02
aside to plan for
4:04
a good week ahead. It's
4:08
also about sheets hung
4:10
out on the line, drying
4:13
in the last warm rays
4:15
of autumn, a
4:18
record spinning on the turntable,
4:22
and a changed outlook after
4:25
advice from a friend. Sunday
4:30
Reset it
4:34
changed how I thought about
4:36
it. When I changed
4:39
what I called it funny
4:42
how that works sometimes,
4:47
how words can reframe
4:50
things, change
4:52
a perspective. I
4:56
used to try to use my Sundays
5:00
to clean. Sundays
5:04
were for chores, and
5:07
just thinking about that
5:10
made me resent it a bit. I
5:15
knew the dishes needed to be done
5:19
and fresh sheets needed
5:21
to be put on the bed, but
5:26
I begrudged giving a day
5:28
of the week do it. Then
5:34
I took some advice from a friend
5:36
of mine.
5:39
She talked about resetting
5:42
her space at
5:44
the end of the week to
5:47
make the next week easier,
5:50
more enjoyable, and
5:54
I could get behind that. Started
6:00
to reset, to
6:04
think of it not
6:06
as what needed to be cleaned
6:08
up from last week, but
6:12
what would be a gift to
6:15
future me, And
6:19
not just along the lines of food
6:21
in my fridge or
6:23
clear counters, but
6:27
what would help me focus and
6:30
feel rested and
6:32
taken care of. It
6:36
turned the day into something I
6:39
looked forward to, I
6:41
took my time with and
6:46
today was a reset day. The
6:51
fall was turning into winter, but
6:55
as sometimes happens when
6:58
the seasons change,
7:01
mother Nature was treating us. Sometimes
7:05
had felt like she was teasing us
7:08
by rewinding into
7:11
weather from a few months before.
7:16
So as the sun rose. I
7:19
stepped out onto my balcony
7:21
and my slippers, with
7:25
a blanket pulled around me and
7:28
a hot cup in my hand, and
7:33
felt quite comfortable in
7:36
the nearly warm morning
7:38
air. I
7:41
let the sun shine on my face
7:46
and closed my eyes and
7:50
imagined my battery charge
7:52
percentage climbing point
7:55
by point from
7:58
the warmth and the bright on
8:03
the street below. I
8:06
could hear people walking, dogs
8:09
barking. The
8:12
coffee shop at the end of the block
8:16
must be roasting beans this morning.
8:21
I could smell the dark chocolatey
8:24
scent in the air. When
8:29
my cup was empty, I
8:31
stepped back inside
8:35
and set it in the sink. Before
8:40
I did anything else, I
8:42
wanted to wash my face and
8:45
get dressed. As
8:49
long as I was in my pajamas,
8:52
I was like a car in neutral. But
8:57
once I was dressed, teeth
9:00
brushed, and face seemed to I
9:03
was in gear moving
9:06
forward. I
9:09
stripped my bed and
9:12
started a load of laundry, opening
9:16
a few windows along the way to
9:19
let in some fresh air. Then
9:23
I went from room to
9:26
room resetting. It
9:30
didn't take long hanging
9:33
up the sweaters and jackets that
9:37
had landed outside
9:39
of the closet over the week sorting
9:45
through magazines and mail,
9:49
untidying my dresser and coffee
9:51
table. We
9:55
swept the floors and
9:57
wiped down the kitchen counters.
10:03
I realized I was working
10:05
in silence and
10:08
wanted a bit of music to keep
10:10
me company. I'd
10:14
bought myself a fancy,
10:17
vintage style record player for
10:20
my birthday a
10:22
few months before, and
10:25
was slowly growing my vinyl
10:27
collection. I
10:30
liked to play records while I reset.
10:35
That way, every
10:37
half hour or so, i'd
10:40
need to flip the record or
10:42
choose a new one, and
10:45
it kept me on my feet and
10:47
interested. I
10:51
picked out an album that
10:54
had first come out when I was
10:56
a freshman in high school. It
11:01
was Wistful, an angsty,
11:04
a voice that had felt like a
11:07
revolution at the time. I
11:10
still knew all the words. I
11:15
took the record from the sleeve, propping
11:18
the sleeve on my now
11:20
listening to shelf, and
11:24
lowered the record carefully
11:26
on to the turn table. It
11:30
was an automatic player, so I
11:34
just lowered the lid and
11:37
turned the dial, and
11:40
the arm lifted and
11:42
positioned itself over the
11:44
spinning disk until
11:47
the needle found its groove. I
11:52
smiled at the first few bars,
11:57
thinking about my younger self, listening
12:01
in my dark bedroom before falling
12:04
asleep, sure
12:07
that all the very
12:09
big things I was feeling had
12:13
never been felt quite like this
12:16
before. In
12:19
some ways, that had been
12:22
the reset I needed. Then. Year
12:27
by year, I'd
12:29
gotten myself to the next day, the
12:32
next season, and
12:35
so I was grateful for
12:37
all those previous iterations
12:40
of me. I
12:43
guessed one day I'd look back
12:45
on the me of now with
12:48
the same affection that I had for
12:50
my younger self. We
12:54
were doing our best,
12:57
and it was enough. I
13:02
heard the musical chime of
13:04
the washing machine completing
13:07
its cycle and
13:10
took my clothes rack out
13:13
onto the balcony. In
13:17
this warm sunlight, my
13:20
sheets would dry pretty quickly, and
13:25
the fresh air would seep into the fabric,
13:29
so that every time I turned over
13:31
in the night and
13:34
my nose found the pillow, I
13:38
would breathe it in. While I slept,
13:43
I might even dream of summer wind
13:46
and open spaces.
13:50
I took the damp linens out
13:53
in a big basket and
13:57
started to shake them out pinop
14:00
beach piece. It
14:04
was something my grandmother had always
14:06
done when she was hanging
14:08
towels on the line.
14:12
She'd shake them out vigorously
14:15
snapping the fabric over the grass.
14:20
She said it made the towels fluffier,
14:25
And though these were sheets and pillow
14:27
cases, I still
14:30
did the same thing. I
14:34
clamped my hands firmly
14:37
around the edges of my sheet
14:42
and draped it over the railing. As
14:44
I shook it, I
14:48
spotted my neighbor in
14:51
the apartment opposite
14:54
watering his plants on
14:56
his balcony, and we waved.
15:01
The street was getting busier as
15:04
folks took advantage of the weather. It
15:10
made me think about what
15:12
else would help set
15:14
me up for the week. A
15:17
walk in the park, a
15:20
new book from the bookshop. I
15:24
checked the fridge and pantry and
15:28
saw that I was still pretty
15:30
well stocked for lunches and
15:32
such. But
15:35
wouldn't it be nice to have a fresh
15:37
loaf of bread from the bakery for
15:40
sandwiches while
15:44
the sheets dried. I'd
15:46
head down onto the street and
15:50
pick up a few other things.
15:53
Epsom salts and eucalyptus
15:56
oil for a bath, a
15:59
bouquet of fall flowers for
16:02
the kitchen table, a
16:05
cord of soup from the deli for
16:07
dinner, and
16:10
maybe a new record to listen
16:12
to before bed. I
16:17
was taking care of me in
16:19
lots of little ways. Manager
16:23
felt good Sunday
16:29
reset. It
16:34
changed how I thought about
16:36
it when
16:39
I changed what I called
16:41
it.
16:44
Funny how that works sometimes,
16:49
how words can reframe things,
16:53
change a perspective. I
16:58
used to try to use my Sundays
17:01
to clean. Sundays
17:06
were for chores, and
17:11
just thinking about that made
17:14
me resent it a bit. I
17:20
knew the dishes needed
17:22
to be done
17:24
and fresh sheets
17:27
needed to be put on the bed, but
17:31
I begrudged giving a
17:33
day of the week to it. Then
17:40
I took some advice from
17:42
a friend of mine.
17:47
She talked about resetting
17:49
her space at the
17:51
end of the week to
17:53
make the next week easier, more
17:56
enjoyable. I
17:59
could get behind that. So
18:06
I started to reset.
18:10
To think of it not
18:12
as what needed to be
18:14
cleaned up from last week, but
18:19
what would be a gift to future
18:21
me, And not
18:24
just along the lines of food
18:26
in my fridge and clear
18:29
counters, but
18:31
what would help me focus and
18:34
feel rested and taken
18:36
care of. I
18:41
turned the day into something I
18:43
looked forward to and
18:45
took my time with, and
18:51
today was a reset day.
18:55
The fall was turning into winter, but
19:00
as sometimes happens, when
19:03
the seasons change.
19:06
Mother Nature was treating us. Sometimes
19:10
it felt like she was
19:13
teasing us by
19:16
rewinding into weather from
19:18
a few months before. So
19:23
as the sun rose, I
19:26
stepped out onto my balcony
19:29
and my slippers, with
19:34
a blanket pulled around me and
19:38
a hot cup in my hand, and
19:41
felt quite comfortable in
19:44
the nearly warm morning
19:47
air. I
19:51
let the sun shine
19:54
on my face and
19:57
closed my eyes and
20:02
imagined my battery
20:04
charge percentage
20:07
climbing point by point
20:11
from the warmth and brightness
20:17
on the street below. I
20:20
could hear people walking, dogs
20:23
barking. The
20:27
coffee shop at the end of the block
20:30
must be roasting beans this morning.
20:35
I could smell the dark
20:37
chocolatey scent in the air. When
20:43
my cup was empty, I
20:46
stepped back inside
20:49
and set it in the sink. Before
20:54
I did anything else, I
20:57
wanted to wash my face and
21:00
get dressed. As
21:04
long as I was in my pajamas,
21:07
I was like a car in neutral.
21:12
But once I was dressed, teeth
21:15
brushed, and face seen
21:18
to, I
21:20
was in gear moving
21:23
forward.
21:28
I stripped my bed and
21:30
started a load of laundry, opening
21:35
a few windows along the way to
21:38
let in some fresh air. Then
21:44
I went from room to room resetting.
21:51
It didn't take long hanging
21:54
up the sweaters and jackets
21:58
that had landed outside of the closet
22:01
over the week, sorting
22:06
through magazines and mail,
22:11
and tidying my dresser and coffee
22:13
table. I
22:17
swept the floors and
22:20
wiped down the kitchen counters.
22:25
I realized I was working in silence
22:29
and wanted a bit of music to
22:32
keep me company. I'd
22:37
bought myself a
22:39
fancy, vintage style record
22:42
player for my birthday
22:45
a few months before, and
22:50
was slowly growing my
22:52
vinyl collection. I
22:57
liked to play records while
22:59
I reset. That
23:04
way, every half
23:06
hour or so, i'd
23:09
need to flip the record or
23:13
choose a new one,
23:17
and it kept me on my feet
23:21
and interested. I
23:26
picked out an album that
23:28
had first come out when
23:31
I was a freshman in high school. It
23:36
was Wistful, an angsty,
23:40
a voice that had felt like
23:43
a revolution at the time. I
23:49
still knew all the words.
23:55
I took the record from the sleeve, propping
24:00
the sleeve on my now
24:02
listening to shelf, and
24:06
lowered the record carefully
24:09
onto the turntable. It
24:15
was an automatic player, so
24:19
I just lowered the lid and
24:23
turned the dial, and
24:26
the arm lifted and
24:29
positioned itself over
24:31
the spinning disk until
24:34
the needle found its groove. I
24:40
smiled at the first
24:43
few bars, thinking
24:47
about my younger self listening
24:51
in my dark bedroom before
24:54
falling asleep, sure
24:58
that all the very
25:01
big things I was feeling had
25:06
never been felt quite
25:08
like this before. In
25:14
some ways, that
25:16
had been the reset I needed. Then,
25:21
year by year, I'd
25:24
gotten myself to the next day,
25:28
the next season, and
25:32
so I was grateful for
25:35
all those previous
25:37
iterations of me. I
25:43
guessed one day I'd
25:47
look back on the me of now with
25:51
the same affection that
25:53
I had for my younger self. Were
26:00
doing our best, but
26:03
it was enough. I
26:08
heard the musical chime of
26:10
the washing machine completing
26:13
its cycle and
26:17
took my clothes rack out
26:19
on to the balcony. In
26:25
this warm sunlight, my
26:28
sheets would dry pretty quickly,
26:33
and fresh air would seep into
26:36
the fabric, so
26:38
that every time I
26:40
turned over in the night and
26:44
my nose found the pillow,
26:49
I would breathe it in. While
26:52
I slept, I
26:56
might even dream of summer
26:58
wind and open
27:01
spaces. I
27:06
took the damp linens
27:08
out in a big basket
27:15
and started to shake out and
27:18
pin up each piece. It
27:24
was something my grandmother had
27:27
always done when
27:29
she hung towels on the line.
27:35
She'd shake them out vigorously,
27:39
snapping the fabric over the
27:41
grass. She
27:46
said it made the towels fluffier,
27:51
And though these were sheets and
27:54
pillow cases, I
27:56
still did the same thing. I
28:00
clamped my hands firmly
28:03
around the edges of my sheet
28:06
and draped it over the railing. As
28:09
I shook it out,
28:14
I spotted my neighbor in
28:17
the apartment opposite watering
28:21
his plants on his balcony,
28:25
and we waved. The
28:29
street below was getting busier
28:33
as folks took advantage of the weather.
28:39
It made me think about what
28:42
else would help set
28:45
me up for the week. A
28:50
walk in the park, a
28:54
new book from the bookshop. I
28:59
checked the fridge and pantry
29:04
and saw that I was still
29:06
pretty well stocked for lunches
29:08
and such. But
29:11
wouldn't it be nice to have a fresh
29:14
loaf of bread from the bakery
29:17
for sandwiches. While
29:22
the sheets dried, I'd
29:25
head down onto the street
29:28
and pick up a few other things.
29:33
Ep some salts and eucalyptus
29:35
oil for a bath, a
29:39
bouquet of fall flowers for
29:42
the kitchen, table, a
29:45
quart of soup from the deli for
29:48
dinner, and
29:51
maybe a new record to
29:54
listen to before bed.
30:00
I was taking care of me in
30:04
lots of little ways, and
30:07
it sure felt good. Sweet
30:13
Dreams,
Podchaser is the ultimate destination for podcast data, search, and discovery. Learn More