My Life on a Plate

Nothing

I seem to be having a nothing day. Nothing I really want to do. Nothing I really have to say. Nothing amusing or interesting happening. Nothing creative in the brain. Sometimes I worry I've lost a batch of brain cells in the night or pickled them in alcohol and my ability to create is lost forever. But usually it's only a blip; I've had nothing days before and no doubt will have them again. Nothing to do but work through it. Tomorrow is another day!

I don't believe in muses or writer's block. What we write is created from our imagination, heart and mind. A couple of weeks ago my head was buzzing with ideas and plans. Today, I look at my lists and nothing is motivating me to complete a task. I suppose it's a combination of coming down to earth after such a fabulous birthday, a sister visit and just being tired.

So, what to do on a nothing day? I have a friend who tells me he does nothing on his days off from work. I can't see how anyone can do nothing. Even if I sit still, close my eyes, and try to empty my mind it doesn't work. Doing nothing is boring, depressing and my mind refuses to be empty anyway. Maybe I should take up meditation but I'm not a sitter by nature and find doing nothing impossible.

Nope, on nothing days when my brain just won't come up with creative ideas, there is nothing for it but to just go for the mundane jobs I hate; it's almost like a punishment. I could sit and watch a favourite film while hubby is out playing golf or sit in the sunshine and read but it doesn't seem right to pursue pleasantries on a nothing day. So, I'm in the process of removing several icebergs from the freezer compartment after spending the morning scrubbing surfaces and hairwashing. All jobs I despise but they seem appropriate on nothing days.

Strange and complex things aren't we or maybe it's me who just isn't wired up correctly? I have no idea why some days are so fruitful and productive and others are just a waste of make up. But it will pass, as all things do.

Maybe I'll take a walk later. Robbie singing the old songs is soothing right now and those lovely comments from yesterday have made me smile, so the nothingness hasn't completely taken over. But for now I have to attack those icebergs with a carving knife; just hope there's no polar bears lurking in there. Nothing would surpise me today.