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Blank Canvases

So I got a little sick. I got the kind of sick where the only thing you can do to make it better is to rest. I got the kind of problem where the solution is to do nothing. And I’m not very good at doing nothing.

I’ve never really been the passive type. I like to approach a problem head on. I like to get to the root of the issue, address it, and move forward. I like tangible steps. I like action.

Needless to say, I haven’t been taking this forced sleep very well. Unfortunately, though, it’s beyond my stubbornness. Over the weekend, I went to the grocery store. I came back, unpacked the food, and went back to bed.

As I was laying in the silence of my covers one evening, I let my mind go. I stopped thinking about all the items on my To Do list that were piling up.

Instead, I closed my eyes and rested. For once, I wasn’t thinking about what was next – that wasn’t really an option anyway. Instead, I thought about story ideas. Poetry was oozing out of my tired mind and I was at feverish capacity to keep up.

I’ve spent a good deal of time studying Happiness and wellness and while I’m fully aware that taking breaks and resting and giving yourself time to do nothing is positive, it’s something I’ve struggled to embrace in my own life.

As I burrowed deeper into my blankets, I wondered how doing nothing could be the solution for anything. How could inaction ever be effective?

But the words kept flowing. My mind kept writing. I’m not very good at giving myself space for nothing. But it is in those moments of silence that beauty is born.

I’m really hoping to feel better soon. And in the meantime, I’m hoping to take every day in stride and appreciate the silence of a blank canvas.

Love always,


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