For me, quiet is the essence.  It is the place from which I make all my best decisions.

It is the reason that I like to sit with a mug of coffee in the morning– or a glass of wine before dinner.  Quietly.  Reflecting on what is to come– or what has happened.

I need quiet to know who I am.

I grew up an only child in a home with older, bookish parents.  We had a TV but it was only on for news & specific shows.  We had a radio for more news & music.  We had a record player, but it was only on for the length of the record.

And then there was silence.  Quiet.  The place to go and think and grow and create.

I’ve come to realize that most people I know like noise & distractions & movement.  Endless movement.  I am the odd one.

But for me the ability to move, to know what to do next, to continue on– come from the quiet moments that give me the confidence to keep going.

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