What have I been learning along the way?
“Nothing” can trump “Something.”
As a child, sitting outside at night beside my grandmother—just sitting—while she and my mother and aunts talked was the best part of a day.
Sitting—just sitting—by the sandbox while my great-nephews dug in the sand was the best part of a day.
Sitting on top of Blackrock in the Shenandoah National Park and looking at cloud formations during a sunset was the best part of a day.
People watching at a mall and walking through a local library—even when we were in St. Johns, Newfoundland for only a few hours—was better than touring an historic tourist site.
Watching the stars would have been superior to attending the cruise ship’s evening program.
Looking at the ship’s wake would have been superior to watching the cooking demonstration and the galley tour.
What do I wish I knew?
The best way to do Nothing so it doesn’t become Something because late September has excellent weather for doing Nothing.
Are you good at doing Nothing?
