Anxiety often breeds an unremitting sense of hurry, at least for me. I have had to reclaim important territory in my journey into wholeness and healing, and that territory is the wonderful place called “Nothing.
Doing nothing can be hard. It’s not watching TV or reading a book or going shopping. Doing nothing is exactly that: doing nothing. Just relaxing, being content just to be, watching life unfold … at least until my eyelids begin to lazily close, surfeited by the lovely sense of nothing
The tasks can wait – they’ll still be there when I get back.
People and phone calls can wait – they’ll still be there when I get back.
Even my favorite books can wait – they’ll still be there when I get back.
Because sometimes, it’s important to spend time doing a whole lot of nothing.