Twenty minutes of no things
This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for twenty minutes of no things.
It would probably make more grammatical sense to say “twenty minutes of nothing,” but I don’t think “nothing” is an achievable goal. No matter what I do, or don’t do, there is almost always something on my mind.
But if I can’t get twenty minutes of nothing, I can at least carve out a space for no things. No plans, no appointments, no errands, no chores, no meetings, no television shows, no phone calls, no books, no music.
Just me and my bed or couch or yoga mat or or floor wherever I’m able to lay myself down.
To that end, my brain wanted me to send out #thankyouthursday a lot earlier than right now, but there were a lot of things to attend to. And then my heart made an executive decision to claim twenty minutes of no things.
So I did. And now I feel better. And grateful.
Love > fear,
Christina
p.s. The audacity to claim twenty minutes of midday peace is directly tied to my continued absorption of Tricia Hersey’s book Rest is Resistance. Please read it and live it.
p.p.s. A lot of people, myself included, will have the chance to vote this upcoming Tuesday (Nov. 8). DO IT.