I keep thinking about the space I've made in my life. All the stuff I got rid of...it wasn't about minimalism. It was about making room for something else. And now that it's here...this quiet...I don't know what to do with it. I keep wanting to fill it with something. Anything. But maybe...maybe the point is just to let it be. To sit in the emptiness and see what grows. Like a fallow field. Resting. Gathering strength for the next season. I should probably drink some green tea