Nothing Is Happening

Rest as a Vector

Well, I got almost nothing done today
Work piled up like unread emails
Questions buzzing —
“Am I really in charge here?”
We spent the whole afternoon at the pool
Body lighter. Mind clearer.
Water’s gentle cradle
rocked my shoulders free of doubt
Sunlight sifted through my thoughts
like fine sand through fingers
(wait, why is there sand at a pool?)
If rest can be progress,
what if stillness is my new vector?
How do “successful” people
measure the breadth of a quiet day?
Could doing less be the path forward —
for you, for me, for all of us?