For a long time, for years, I dreaded sitting in silence because I was so tired that the only way I could ignore it was to keep noise on, keep some distraction while I worked and when I was taking breaks. The minute I’d turn off the noise, I’d feel how exhausted I was and start to cry.
Now, I still get tired, but I’ve cut out things over the past year or so, and I’ve tried to get more sleep. The more I’ve cut down on social media and hanging out online, the more time I have to work and the more time I have to play/sleep/do other things. I still hang out on Twitter too much, but I admit it—it’s fun, and I like it. But I have been trying to limit my time there so I have more time for me.
Anyway, so I was outside tonight, breathing, letting my mind drift, realizing that now, I love the chance to sit silent, by myself, especially when it’s warm enough to be outside. There’s something incredibly calming about just sitting, surrounded by the trees and plants in my yard, occasionally having the neighbor cat—Tank—coming over to visit and play, and just…being.
I get the same reaction sitting by the ocean. The crash of the waves is the most beautiful music I can think of.
So where are your breathing spaces? What environments make you slow down, rest, and recharge?