A Week of Nothing

This week, I am on vacation. Unlike most vacations, I am doing nothing with my time off this week. I am not traveling halfway around the world to explore an exotic land I've never been to. I am not signing up for a weeklong outdoor fitness camp. I am not driving down the coast and visiting every lighthouse or bird sanctuary or Hard Rock Cafe along the way. I am not joining a group of volunteers to rescue sea turtles. I am doing nothing.

This is extremely out of character for me. Generally, I am wound up, going on all cylinders full blast at all times. I never do nothing.

This week, however, I am doing nothing. I am taking advantage of the pool at my apartment complex that I never have time to swim in. I am taking advantage of the beach one mile from my apartment that rarely have time to go to. I am spending time in the garden outside my house that I only dump water on in passing as I leave or come home from work. I am sitting in my Ikea chair that I bought because I love it and I don't sit in it enough.

This week, I am doing nothing. I'll see how that goes.