It is now 5:00 P.M. on November 14 and I have not written my November 15 blog for A Slice of Orange.Iâ€™ve been staring at my computer screen for two hours. Dinner isnâ€™t started and probably wonâ€™t be.I owe a thank you note to a friend but seem to have forgotten where I put the notecards and canâ€™t find the energy to go searching.
Basically, I Got Nothinâ€™.
While that does not technically describe my current state (I do have a cold) I feel like I have nothing to offer on any level: no words of writing wisdom, not mom intelligence, certainly not dinner.Admitting that, I have to ask myself the following question: Is this a bad thing? The answer is: Nope. The reasons are as follows:
Admitting I got nothinâ€™ is honest. Honesty is always the best policy.
I Got Nothinâ€™ is an admission that I have actually thought about the problems at hand (in my case a blog entry, the last ten pages of a 400 page book, dinner) and have come up short. There is no shame in coming up short. The shame is in not trying.
I Got Nothinâ€™ is not an admission of defeat, it is a sigh of relief, a gentle begging off, a request to the universe to pass me by WITH the implied promise that soon I will rally and have something. The universe (and my hungry family) have faith that something will eventually appear.
With this new understanding, I threw in the towel, pulled up a couch pillow and cuddled with the remote control.The day was gone before I knew it. My husband and children didnâ€™t starve â€“ in fact they seemed quite pleased to fend for themselves â€“ my book looks better this morning than it did last night, and, while this blog entry is a little late, I can feel my nothing start to become something. Those quiet hours recharged me. I am now running at a nice idle. Idle, contrary to popular belief, is not doing nothinâ€™. Idle is the purr of a motor just before the engine fires up.
May your days be filled with something but if they arenâ€™t plop on the couch, turn on the T.V., and admit you Got Nothinâ€™. The universe can wait.
As if Olivia Merriman doesn’t have enough to do in her beloved town of New Moon Beach, now her grouchy great-grandmother has recruited her to head up their coven of witches; her sisters are miffed, the coven is pushing her to accept the job, and to top it all off an evil wizard is messing with her love life. More info →