While doing my morning routine–studying my Bible, writing in a journal, calling my mother, completing household chores–I anticipate my afternoons. That is when I do…nothing.
Well, maybe not nothing. But, it may look like that if you walk into my family room on most days. Nothing takes on several forms.
- Coffee: Depending on how much nothing I want to do, I usually have a steaming mug of black coffee at 2:00 in the afternoon.
- Writing: I may be inspired–a bit rare at 2:00, but it happens–to write a poem or another journal entry.
- Reading: I progress through several books during the week. Some are for book clubs, others for personal interest, and still others for projects.
- Knitting: This is probably one of my favorite afternoon nothings because I listen to audio books.
- Resting: I admit, sometimes I just need a good long nap inspired by the dogs lounging by my recliner.
These nothings are all about well-being. I anticipate my afternoons will replenish what I’ve spent during the first half of the day. Nothing doesn’t always happen. When it doesn’t, I feel the drain and strain all the more. When it does, nothing restores me for the next something required of me.
That makes nothing priceless.
Categories: Between the Lines: This Writer's Journal
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