It’s been several weeks since I’ve had time to sit and think and write. With holiday festivities, numerous visitors, and my husband’s promotion to Colonel this week, life has been a blur. A bustling, noisy, happy blur – until now.
I’ve dropped off the last guest at the airport. Started the laundry. Cleared the clutter. My son is napping (finally). And so I sit down in front of a blank page to write.
Usually the blank page seems daunting. It taunts “Can’t you organize your thoughts?” “Don’t you have anything interesting to say?” “Have the toddler tantrums and food fights turned your brain to mush?”
Today the blank page feels good – surprisingly good. Its blankness feels like an opportunity, not an indictment. The blank page reminds me that a New Year is not just a chance to do more, see more, and share more. It is a chance to do less, relax, and refocus on those closest to me.
So this weekend, I’m flexing my “do nothing” muscles for a change. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
