While doing my morning routine--studying my Bible, writing in a journal, calling my mother, completing household chores--I anticipate my afternoons. That is when I do...nothing.

Well, maybe not nothing. But, it may look like that if you walk into my family room on most days. Nothing takes on several forms.

Coffee: Depending on how much nothing I want to do, I usually have a steaming mug of black coffee at 2:00 in the afternoon.
Writing: I may be inspired--a bit rare at 2:00, but it happens--to write a poem or another journal entry.
Reading: I progress through several books during the week. Some are for book clubs, others for personal interest, and still others for projects.
Knitting: This is probably one of my favorite afternoon nothings because I listen to audio books.
Resting: I admit, sometimes I just need a good long nap inspired by the dogs lounging by my recliner.

These nothings are all about well-being. I anticipate my afternoons will replenish what I've spent during the first half of the day. Nothing doesn't always happen. When it doesn't, I feel the drain and strain all the more. When it does, nothing restores me for the next something required of me.

That makes nothing priceless.

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