I hardly know what to say. I found out that I’m really good at doing nothing. Especially when the nothing includes crocheting a blanket for a baby due in June, scouring the house not because it needs it, but because it feels good to do it, watching movies I’ve never seen before, or FaceTiming with sisters and friends.
I’m very good very good at doing nothing if it means waking up in the morning and looking forward to some fresh air with the dogs.
I’m very good at nothing when I can ponder all day on the meaning of life, what’s important to me, how I can try and uplift others when this sheltering-in-place is so daunting for them.
I’m very good at nothing when I can look forward to eating all the baked goods my daughter is making because that what she does when she’s doing nothing.
I’m very good at doing nothing when my daughter and I sit on the front porch because she insists we all need to get a dose of Vitamin D. I’m very good at doing nothing as I watch the neighborhood kids decorate the pavement with chalk left out in the park. The box of chalk is left with some hand sanitizer by some kind parent and the pavement has never looked so good.
I’m very good at doing nothing when my dogs are cuddling more than ever. Their doing nothing now includes me and Ruth being here to do nothing with them.
I’m very good at doing nothing as I savor each book I’m able to finish and can’t wait to see what else I can find on my Kindle or in my bookshelf.
I’m very good at doing nothing in my oldest, raggediest clothes because it feels good and no one can see the grease splotches on the front of this old sweatshirt.
I’m very good at doing nothing while I look forward to seeing the faces of my writing group – in their own settings – realizing for the first time that they have last names and lives outside of Friday mornings.
I’m very good at doing nothing while I look forward to this shelter-in-place being over and I can resume feeling guilty when I do nothing.
I can do nothing with the best of them – trust me.