This Saturday, I used for recovery. I read an article that discussed the benefits of doing nothing.
I thought about it. I was NOT doing nothing. At the same time, I wasn't doing anything.
Know what I mean?
I decided to do nothing. I laid down and covered my eyes to keep the light out. I didn't try to think of anything, nor did I try to not think. I observed but not even paying attention.
I figured I would fall asleep and I did. I didn't worry I'd get too much sleep and be up all night. That doesn't happen much these days and even if I did lie awake, I could use the opportunity to do nothing.
Telling a story about doing nothing, while not quaint or tidy, is a bit of an exercise.
It's like going in for back and biceps day. You're working a particular set of muscles. They may be mostly supporting muscles or structural in utility, but stronger is better than weaker.
I encourage you to write about nothing. Don't do so in a disinterested way. Rather, be curious about the space held by nothing and the understanding required to process it. When you can understand nothing, you can start to understand something.