It was one of those weeks. Good, bad, and non-stop busy.
But I had a moment on Friday that was too good not to share.
I was filling up the car, looking down at the ground, and thinking about absolutely nothing. Zero. Nada. Empty cranium. No one was home, and the lights weren’t on. Mentally flatlined.
I suppose it only lasted 30 to 45 seconds, but what a lovely half-minute or so it was.
And then it dawned on me that I was thinking of nothing. Which meant I was thinking about something. And even if I was thinking about thinking about nothing, it just wasn’t the same.
Have a good weekend.