Well, here I sit on the couch, my feet reclined, laptop perched comfortably on my lap with a hot, fresh cup of coffee next to me ready to blog ~ and . . . nothing. Nothing is coming to mind. Nothing to really write about D right now. No amazing insight has slapped me in the face, no incredible deed has Ryan accomplished. No hilarious story to report. AND, no d tragedy, scare, frustration, problem-brick-wall has reared its ugly head in a few days. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
And as I sat here sipping on my caffeinated delight almost irritated looking at my blank white page, wanting to write, wanting to write more frequently (Reyna), my mind, my words, my thoughts are just a big pixel sheet of NOTHING. And then I realized . . .
I’m thankful. Sure numbers are still ever-present. Ryan still wears a pod. Carbs still have to be counted. Prickers still have to poke precious fingers. 3am checks are still a requirement. But there IS some peace in the nothingness, right? It won’t last. The worry will return. The numbers will rise and/or fall. And d will call for reinforcements and begin a new strategic attack. And then my “nothing” will be gone.
So today, I think I will be thankful for “NOTHING.”