I live in Los Angeles. Let's face it, L.A. is not the quietest city on the planet. Add to that the ubiquitous electrical devices that we all have on, all the time, usually blaring. "But, it goes to 11".
I also have a job that involves very lovely but needy (and loud) students pulling on my apron strings all day. My boss is loud, my staff is loud, hell, I'M loud. The sound of my own voice annoys me sometimes. Even the voice in my head, that inner droning monologue, pounds on the inside of my skull, shrieking and over thinking everything. Finally, my partner, my love and soul mate Christopher can sometimes literally drive me mad with his need to talk all the time. We can't watch a show or a movie, and I can't even sit here to write this blog, without him happily chirping away about whatever thought is currently drifting through the transom of his mind.
Sometimes I have little fantasies about becoming a monk. What would it be like to live in complete silence all the time? Sure, it would be boring at first, but I also think it would eventually lead to an amazing sense of peace. Maybe it is up to me to take a little time every day, lock myself in my bedroom, and snatch a little bit of tranquility for myself.
~Jenn
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For me, regular periods of solitude are not optional. That's when I sort out my brain, deal with issues and let go of things.
ReplyDeleteThey keep me sane; I think without them I might lose my way completely.
I know what you mean, Judy. I feel like I have been going crazy, but I am goint to change that.
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