Nothing comes of nothing.

It's hard to believe I have let 20 days just slip away from me. The last 20 days have been somewhat strange. Doing nothing is more hard work than doing stuff. When I'm busy not too much comes to mind, I just do my work. I don't exactly know what I have been expecting.
King Lear said it right, 'nothing comes of nothing'. Although he was talking about the love his daughter was meant to lavish on him...the princibles the same. If you expect nothing, you get nothing or if you give nothing you get nothing. I suppose that is what I have been doing...but that is not really my intention.
My intention was, if I don't put any conditions on myself and try to be something or do something then life will happen. Well it's been 20 days since my last post and so far this theory is bogus...however, I have completed writing a play. My agent wants more and is not satisfied (so then it's not finish) so I'll keep working on that..There is also my misery gut attitude which keeps me busy too.
There is so much life to be lived! I wish my mind would just stopped long enough for me to enjoy all the wonderful amazing things I have already..it's called a grateful spirit.
So it does boil down to this, 'Nothing comes of nothing'..if I prolong nothing long enough then I will get nothing.