Nothing

Let’s say you are a writer who has been away for the weekend.  And now you’ve returned home in an altered state of mind scramble.  Your body arrives in Monday morning with an unusually full agenda for which you have not allowed yourself any psychological prep time.  After making a detailed list of all the places and times that require your presence today, jotting notes for what you have to take to each place and scanning the fridge to see if there is indeed enough there to sustain your offspring for the morning until you have time to grocery shop, you sit down to ponder what is on your mind.  After all, this is Monday morning - the time for musing.  Computer is humming.  Coffee obediently perched at your side.  Online dictionary open for business.  Fingers poised above the keyboard ready to type the thoughts that come.  And your mind offers you . . . nothing. 

Nothing, the noun, is defined at dictionary.com.

1.  no thing; not anything; naught

2.  no part, share or trace
3.  something that is nonexistent

So, despondently, that is what I’ve got today.   Nada.  Zilch.  Zero.  No creative juices flowing.  No ideas at all.  Blank.  Zip.  Nil.  Empty.  Vacant.  Void.  I’m reduced to the list of my tasks at hand in a strange limbo state between the ultimate fading realization of a weekend away and the reality of a fun-filled yet frantic day ahead. 

I’m not afraid of rolling with nothing for today.  I know it will not last forever.  I’m going to embrace it both because it seems like the right thing to do and because what choice do I have?  Allowing room for thinking nothing may be just right for today.