I have nothing to write about.
That seems like a problem. About this time last year, the country was debating what to do with Confederate monuments and the like. The year before that, we were all getting our feathers riled up by the party conventions leading up to the presidential election. Then there’s this year. The local water levels are quite a bit lower than they were at the beginning of the month, we’re just coming off of Pioneer Days in Milford and, well, the weather’s been pretty nice. That’s always what conversations reduce to at some point or another.
Part of me feels like there should be something more hectic going on these days. It feels like there’s a bit missing from the week. No major contentions have popped up – at least none have come to my ears, but then I’ve had a busy week and may not have had said ear to the ground. So, while it’s a struggle to write an opinion column sans a debatable issue, it’s a wonderful reminder of how valuable still moments in life are.
Without stillness, we can’t appreciate forward motion. Without silence, we can’t appreciate melody. Without rest, we can’t play our part in the world.
It’s the very ebb and flow that makes up life. We often get so caught up in producing, buying and making more that we forget the other half of the coin. There is indeed value in observing before taking action. There is indeed value in thinking before speaking and there is indeed value in resting to appreciate the larger picture.
So, while I was frustrated to have no inspiring thought come to mind this week, that frustration itself became inspiration – and one which I hope to hold on to for as long as I can. Hopefully, we can all do the same.
May you too have nothing to write about.