"They never asked, 'Were you able to work today?' Maybe they had, twenty or thirty years earlier, but they'd gradually learned not to. There are empty spaces that must be respected—those often long periods when a person can't see the pictures or find the words and needs to be left alone."
—Fair Play by Tove Jansson
I read Fair Play on Saturday—a quiet novel about creativity and growth—and that passage reached out of its pages and shook me by the shoulders.
Empty spaces. Alone. Yes.
I spent the weekend away from work. I read a few novels, watched several episodes of Bones and Black Books, and strolled through my neighborhood.
I'm looking at this week's schedule, and every day is full. But I am full again, too.