But things still happen on "nothing" days.
The other day, I did nothing. Nothing happened, and nothing changed. Later, when I thought about my "nothing" day, I realized: I did some things, some things happened, and some things changed. Some things I did: I ate. I sat on a chair. I looked out the window. I pet Dusty. Some things that happened: I became bored. Dusty walked around. The phone rang. Some things that changed: My clothes into pajamas. Me being hungry to me being full. Then later, when I thought about it, something else changed: nothing into something.
When my "nothing" day was actually happening, I thought of it like this: 'wow, literally nothing is happening today.' When I thought about it later, I thought of it like this: 'hey, I didn't do much yesterday, but I did look out the window for a bit, and pet Dusty. And I ate.' In my mind, I was able to think of some things I did while I wasn't doing anything; I made something out of nothing.
I haven't had a "nothing" day since. Sure, I've had days where all I did was sit on a chair, look out the window, pet Dusty, and eat, but I haven't had a day where literally nothing happened. I realized: when I go about my day, plenty of things happen. They are not always interesting/funny/exciting/meaningful, or anything else. Sometimes the things that happen in a day are completely and utterly boring. But those uninteresting, not funny, not exciting, meaningless and boring things that happened... well, they still happened.