Nothing to Say

Inspired writing seems to come with stress, but not too much and not too little. Thus my wonderfully restful Christmas holidays left me in a creative brain fog, debating posts about ordinary nothingness. I imagined how unentertaining it would be for people to read posts such as…

… I just celebrated my First Puzzleversary. I completed 12 puzzles in 12 months. It helps that I don’t have to share my kitchen table with guests due to Covid.

I could write an essay about each of these but my gut tells me this is not cool.

… I’ve upped my relationship status with fruitcake from “interested” to “committed”: I baked my own. It filled the complex role of breakfast appetizer for most of my holiday. My parents are the only ones who have expressed interest in trying it. They said it was better than Costco. High praise indeed.

Puzzles, Fruitcake… this is not the road to fame.

And then it was New year’s Eve and any post between Dec 28 and January 4 has to be reflective, heartfelt or inspirational.

And then holidays were over and the shift back to work was so draining. I was too tired to think: so tired I accidentally caved to the thought of trying out a free exercise video on YouTube, which resulted in me spending the next day doing nothing, especially not bending down to tie my shoes. 7 days later I had the guts to try the video called Day 2.

And then so many more politically important things occupied the internet and people’s minds that these ordinary thoughts had to wait.

In the spirit of getting this First Post of the Year 2021 out of the way, I offer this celebration of nothingness — of puzzles and fruitcake– as a sign that 2021 leaves room for improvement.

Even the dogs seem a little unimpressed.

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