Just sitting here

Spoiler alert... this post is about nothing.

When we finally got to a point where we could imagine our house a home, I remember walking through and being able to think of only one way to fill the "empty spaces." Time and again I would say, "this will be a great little seating area" or "we'll put a chair and reading lamp here." Once, only half joking, Nick asked about this obsession with chairs and sitting, pointing out how little inclined I was, ever, to just kick back.

Case in point: I finally set up one such sitting/reading area (perfect!...to me) and, tonight, two whole weeks later, Nick just had to convince me to stay put. Here's my confession. I have a really hard time with doing nothing. Put another way, I have a really hard time just being.

Even now, I'm struggling to "do something" with this post. Make it meaningful, make it count. But why? Perhaps it already is. Isn't it arrogant to think I (little old me) need to do anything at all to make a moment worthwhile?