Alright, so there’s always something to do … but tonight, I’m not doing a damn thing.

The BF is currently in Key West — yeah, what the hell was I thinking? Why am I not there? I would have made it three for three for Hemingway haunts this summer, but it’s cool.

He can go bronze and look all sexy and get hit on by lots of other men. And I’ll just get some me time in. Which actually, is not a bad deal here. At all.

Because I need me time. I’m already someone who enjoys {lots} of alone time. I crave it. It replenishes my spirit.

I credit Maman to this, who, when I was a little Total Taurus, would make me entertain myself. I used to get so mad at her for not playing with me or coming up with something big and grand to do, and in general, feeling left out being the only girl with two older Brothers …  and now, I’m incredibly thankful for those quiet moments. Where, unbeknownst to myself, she was teaching me how to be with me … and like it.

So here I find myself … a luxurious moment, where I’ve thought about what I want to do … read a book? Currently, A Moveable Feast is on my list … there’s a surprise for you. Paris, baby. Enough said.

Watch tv? Because I very rarely ever have the tv on, it’s relaxing when I do … although tonight is no Vampire Diaries or Downtown Abbey night {anxiously awaiting those fall kick off returns}. So forget that.

Interesting how when I have time to spare, I’m usually drawn here … and now am thinking about thinking how there’s nothing to do {though really of course there is} and I could just either sit here for the next hour doing nothing and thinking about the doing nothing, or sit here typing.

Or maybe both.

Is it possible to get paid for doing nothing … I think I’m pretty damn good at it. I could call it “the art of doing nothing” … unless that already exists? Let me Google it. Figures. Already a book.

But that’s okay … there can be more room for nothingness … right … that’s ever expanding, too … just like The Universe … or so I say.

Let’s all do nothing. Let’s declare a whole evening of it.

To doing nothing … and liking it … to sitting still … to listening … to the inner you, the voice that often is hard to hear, but can freely speak in silence.

I know this can be scary … a lot of us spend a lot of time running from the silence, from the nothingness … afraid of what we will hear and see and discover when we do.

I promise that there is nothing to fear in this. Uncomfortable, yes. But if we are to move in directions that nourish our greater purpose, we first should begin to cultivate this purpose from the inside … to bring it out.

I happen to think nothingness + stillness is a winning combo for the aforementioned … though, please … I am consistently and constantly a work in progress myself.

It’s not like I’m the Guru Be All here … I’m just one Taurus, out of billions of other Zodiacs, in the process of creation … coming for the candy, and that good human touch.

And hoping for a little help along the way … from you, to remind me, and me, to remind you.