I haven’t managed to write a blog post this week. But that’s okay. I could give myself a hard time but who would benefit from that? Me? You?
It doesn’t mean that I don’t care or that I’m lazy. Nothing could be further from the truth.
It could just mean that I have had other things on my mind, or that I didn’t think that I had anything interesting to say. It could mean that I’ve been tired or unwell and that rest was really all I needed. It could just mean that I didn’t want to write. I’m human and sometimes I need to just sit and think, or sit and not think. It could mean that I felt overwhelmed with life, personal and professional or it could mean that I wanted to consume rather than create. Maybe I wanted to watch other people do other things, other than the things I do. It could mean that I had other things to do.
It could mean that I was stuck or that I was just standing still. How would I know the difference? How would anyone know the difference?
It could mean nothing.
Not writing a post or not achieving anything for that matter is fine. It’s a tiny imperfection in the grand scheme of things. Imperfections are interesting and are just as valuable as perfect. Imperfection after all has perfection built in to it.
It could be a lesson or it could just be nothing. Nothing is allowed as well. Nothing is important, because if you care everything matters.
Nothing isn’t nothing.