“Sit down, it’s Sunday.” My husband encouraged.
“But if I do,” I explained “things won’t get done.”
“There’s always something to do.”
I looked around at the smudges on the walls I’d been meaning to scrub, the tiny toys under the living room furniture and that dead moth that’s been trapped inside our family picture frame for literal years.
I’d changed five sets of sheets, scrubbed two bathrooms and vacuumed but the list never ends.
One of my friends shared a photo of her rewriting worn recipe cards and I remarked, “How do you find the time?” She suggested that perhaps it was the two less kids.
Maybe so.
Or maybe I just need to slow down.
Life in perpetual motion is never dull but also exhausting.
Where’s the time to appreciate the exquisiteness of nothingness?
So I sat and ate my new box of girl scout cookies wondering all-the-while if that moth would fully decompose before I took the time to remove it.
Maybe so.
Clearly, I have more important nothingness to do.
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