“Hey mama, when you leave,
don’t leave a thing behind.
I don’t want nothin’.
I can’t use nothin’.”
-Townes Van Zandt, “Nothin'”
Looking around my house, I see too much stuff. Part of me wishes I had next to nothing. I lived such a nomadic life while I was in the Army. A part of me misses that. I recently spent some time traveling and would love the freedom to be able to do that more often. I’d love to be able to move quickly and easily if the whim struck me, tethered by next to nothing.
I’ve been stressing about many different things lately. How much easier would it be if I had nothing, no responsibilities, no worries? I find myself missing childhood when I had nothing.
I’ve had a lot going on. I’m tired and feeling beat down. I really want to take a vacation where I can do and feel nothing.
I struggle with writing often. I sometimes say I have nothing to write about. That’s not really the case, though. My real problem is I have far too much to write about. I only wish I had nothing.