I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room. -May Sarton
Guilty as charged.
I do feel bereft when I’m not productive and too often at a loss when I’m not writing or working on something.
But I know May Sarton (one of my favorite poets) is absolutely right. I need empty days when I can experience who I am without all the clutter of my life. I need solitude when I can enjoy just being me. How about you?
Happy empty days!