I crave quiet.
I need quiet.
I seek quiet.
The inability to function well in the midst of noise is one of them.
I visibly shut down in quite a dramatic fashion.
Or I have a panic attack.
My freakishness is never ending.
But I have a very, very, noisy life.
I think the reason why I stay up so late, sacrificing sleep, is just so I can sit quietly.
Because I need the silence to calm me for the next day.
It is another reason why I love camping so much.
I would love to live in a quiet rainy forest with a metal roof.
The noise of rain is an exception.
It is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.
Right up there with crashing waves.
Perhaps a metal roofed house, nestled in a rainy coastal forest. Securely footed to an oceanside cliff with a family of sea otters below.
Lately I have been thinking about noise.
How much I fill my days up.
Noise that doesn't matter.
Noise that drains me.
Noise that distracts.
Twitter, Facebook, emails...
Every moment there is new noise coming my way.
Then I start to think of the noise that I am adding daily.
I don't want to be superfluous noise.
So today I am chewing on that.
Listening to this.
Clearing some of it out of my life.
It is lovely.