Achieve Nothing: Days Thirty-Four and Thirty-Five

Day Thirty-Four held no meditation for me.  Was it guilt that disturbed me all night or just a vague feeling that something something was missing missing.  I don't know, but I didn't feel quite right, as if I ever knew what right felt like.  One thing for sure, I worried that if I skipped a day, I would never meditate again.  It's just too easy to let a day slip by without carving out the twenty minutes necessary to sit and be alone. But, I came back to it again today and I am glad.  I feel sorted out and a if I've accomplished something.  Ironic that the thing that is accomplished is nothing.  Yet to accomplish nothing is to accomplish everything.  How Seinfeldian.