It’s quiet, and I like it.
My mind would not allow quiet for many years. Thankfully, the medication and meditation have made mine quieter.
I go to bed very early and get up in the wee hours of the morning while the world is still sleeping. It’s quiet then, and I like it a lot. I get to meditate without traffic noise. It’s so quiet that my refrigerator sounds loud at that hour.
I’m doing a task at work that is easy to concentrate on and leaves little time for other distractions. It gives a quiet-like feeling to the day. Of course, I work across the street from a big hospital, so there are sirens interrupting the feeling throughout the day. It can’t be helped.
I get to walk down the street to a cathedral during the day and meditate. That adds to the quiet-like feeling of the day.
I have a lot of uncertainty about my love life right now, but it’s not unmanageable. There are questions, but I’m allowing that ambiguity to have its space, and I breathe through it.
I think a lot of the quiet has more to do with me than the external parts of my life right now. I feel quiet.
I like this. I like it a lot. I know it’s not permanent, but I’m enjoying it for the time being.