Jessie 2.0

My apartment is very quiet right now.  The only sound is of my cat scampering around ... no tv ... no music ... no white noise (well no deliberate white noise - I think I'd have to be in Siberia to get rid of ALL white noise) ... just me and the sound of my breath in the quiet evening.

It's nice. 

I don't generally like the quiet.  Quiet means lack of action ... boredom ... solitude ... things that I'm not too fond of usually.  So, I surround myself with noise ... people to talk to, movies and tv to watch, podcasts to listen to, books and blogs to read, text messages to send, music to shake my booty too ... and when all that fails I talk to myself.  Yes, I freely admit to having some late night conversations with myself when I couldn't get to sleep.

But today quiet is nice.  It feels freeing.  It feels less oppressive and more promising ... instead of being boredom and lack of things to do it feels like it's filled with promise ... this quiet is my blank slate ... just waiting for me to fill it with whatever my heart desires ... and in this moment it truly feels like the things I want most can be mine.  But for now, my sole desire is to stand on the precipice of so many options, of so much potential, and just breathe.