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Thriving On Quiet


Yesterday my husband left for an out-of-town business trip. I had hours of free time with no pressure to complete any tasks, not even self imposed ones. It was delicious. He had prepared so well that we were really able to enjoy some fun and sharing in the morning before he left. It was calm and relaxed.

I enjoyed the quiet. I read, watched tv, stretched, played some games, and enjoyed just being. It was so nice to not hear constant noise, (apparently all my neighbors were outside or away-Hooray!) that I stayed up late reading and writing. I felt energized and filled with peace.

I knew I had nothing time sensitive scheduled in the morning, so I assumed I could sleep in a little. Unfortunately, Cyclops upstairs did not sleep in and was running full speed at 6:30 am and then the FedEx trucks started up and people were starting their cars and motorcycles. So my long night of sleep was cut short.

In the past I might have gotten into a cycle of self-flagellation. You know the mantra of "you shouldn't have stayed up so late, now you will be tired all day and your day is shot to hell and blah blah". Instead, there was no feeling of punishment or judgment. When I heard all the noise this morning and realized I was not going to get enough sleep, I just thought 'oh yeah, this is why I want to move.'

This is why it is important for me to live where I have some privacy and some peace. And it is not just to get enough deep and needed sleep, but because I so clearly luxuriated in the peace of the day before. It was so unusual that it felt like a vacation or a holiday. And I want--I deserve--I choose to have more of my days feel like that. I thrive in that environment and it is what I need.

The very sense of peace and acceptance and calm I feel today is a direct result of that regeneration of yesterday. I am on a home hunt and we will be moving in the next few months. Our new home will be a place that has the space, light, comfort, and peace that will nurture me and provide a haven for spiritual renewal and creativity.

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