Nothing is Something.

Nothing on a Tuesday night.

If being a doctor at a place like Grady Hospital doesn't teach you anything, it teaches you this: Every moment that you have is not promised.  In the twinkling of an eye, you might find yourself longing for the everyday monotony of "nothing going on." 


Hmmm.

That's what I'm reflecting on today. The zen of everyday nothingness. . . and slowing down to savor just that. I am hitting pause on the questions like

• Am I reading enough to my kids?
• Is this TV show too mature?
• Are commercials bad for kids to see?
• How come my husband only wants the most expensive razors when the CVS brand is fine for my legs?
• When will I make time to practice Spanish on that Rosetta Stone software that I was so excited to get?
• Why won't my kids stay in their own beds?
• Is my exercise routine too routine?
• Why don't I manage my calendar better?
• How much is too much to pay for a pair of shoes?

And so on, and so on, and so on. . . . .

There are people who long for questions like these to fill their brains instead of the life or death ones. . .or the painful ones.  So today, I celebrate the mundane. I am taking joy in waiting for school buses and heating up leftovers and clipping fingernails of squirming pre-schoolers and nearly jumping out of my skin when a toy dragon growls at me in the middle of the night. Because to many. . . .nothing. . .just the chance to have a day filled with nothing. .  .would really be something.

Want an even better reminder? 

Watch this awesome video celebrating the brave life and the wisdom of the late Elizabeth Edwards. (Thanks for sharing this, Becs.)