An Ode to the Beauty of Nothingness

Nothing wrong with nothingness. Sometimes, it’s truly worth embracing. As I’m doing today.

Nothing is popping into my time-to-create-Saturday-post mind. No woolgathering. No plans. No tasks or intentions. It’s a blank canvas. The only word fluttering like a banner on a windswept catamaran? Yep. NOTHING.

When life hands you lemons, you make lemonade. When in-house gray matter percolates yet provides nothing but residual residue, you go with what you’ve got: an ode to nil, nada, nix, zilch, naught.

That’s not to say that my nothing is of no value or importance. Au contraire. It lends itself to the realization that though there may be several nothings comprising this particular day, it’s in fact chockablock with goodness.

There are no issues to deal with. No whinging coworkers to appease. No stress flipflopping like flapjacks in my belly. No hiccups. No … nothing.

And that, my friends, is a breath of [welcome] fresh air.