silence

Sitting in my apartment enjoying the sound of
nothing.
Silence.
How rejuvenating.

All day long this apartment is full of sounds.
From Sesame Street to tiny little trains being pushed on their track
and sibling rivalries to toys that make 10,000 different sounds.

All I hear right now is the ticking of my clock and the sound of my own typing.
It is like I can hear my own thoughts for the first time today.

I am not an introvert by any stretch of the imagination.
I love the energy of being around people.
My children teach me the importance of play and fill my heart to the brim with happiness.
I love their sounds, noises, and energy.

But, oh, I miss the sound of my own thoughts.
I long for quiet.
I long for the energy to stay up later or get up earlier just to tune in to my own heart.

I never thought I would be so thankful for
silence.