Lately, I’ve really noticed a need for quiet, a need for space and time alone. I pack my schedule tight and love people. I love hearing their stories and being a friend. But the more time I spend with others, the more I’m wanting time alone in the quiet to write or read or frankly, just lay on the couch and watch TV. It’s not glamorous, but it matters.
We threw a party about a month ago, and it was so much fun. We love seeing people we know from different avenues of life all come together in one room. About every hour or so I snuck away. I stood alone in the dark of my bedroom and just breathed it in. I loved that people were there enjoying themselves. I loved seeing so many people all at once and building stronger relationships with them. But I also loved my secret moments of quiet and darkness. I’ve never felt so comfortable walking away and knowing it was okay to do so. No one noticed, not even the husband.
As I sit on the porch this beautiful sunny Sunday morning, I cherish the quiet. I get to breathe in the calm of the morning as the breeze rustles the bushes and the sun warms my toes. The month of March is already packed full, and it’s hardly just begun. Full of friends and out-of-town guests, new challenges and a trip across the country. I’m looking forward to all of it, but I’m also going to consciously seek out the moments like these.
We live in an extroverted world, but we aren’t all extroverted. Even if we may seem like it.
