The Sound of Silence

     I have a very loud life.  No, I don't constantly listen to music or leave a television on for hours on end.  I don't even live on a busy road.  What I do have is three young children, two of them being of the male variety.  Now, I grew up in a household with three girls.  I am proud to be an introvert.  I was not prepared for the leap into auditory chaos that raising my kids would force on me.  It took me a few years to understand the great need I had for silence in my life.

     So, now what?  I can't exactly build a sound proof room and enjoy bliss as they fend for themselves, can I?  Well, I can dream.  What I can do is be purposeful about meeting this need on a regular basis.  Every day I set aside at least an hour for "quiet time".  My younger ones nap and my oldest plays quietly on his own in another room.  It doesn't always work as I hoped, but for the most part it is enough to recharge me. 

     I don't believe "quiet time" is something only children and parents of young kids need.  Each of us needs time to recharge away from the noise of others and electronics.  Part of having less stress in life is taking time to process all the things that are being thrown at you, allowing yourself permission to just be who you are.  If you are uncomfortable with silence, consider exploring why it bothers you so much.  Don't reach for a remote or a keyboard - relax and breathe deeply.  Pray, daydream, or look out a window to appreciate the beauty of nature. 

     As for me, I might do some stretching, pray, or daydream about that soundproof room.  Consider joining me in the quietest revolution ever. 

Here's to a calming day,
Debbie

A Grateful Heart

    For the last few months I have been keeping a journal of people, events, and things that I am thankful for.  If you have never tried it, I suggest you keep an open mind.  Now, I wouldn't necessarily call myself a negative person.  I will admit that when the winter gets long and I get less exercise and fresh air than I should, I tend to get cranky.  All those who understand, raise your hand.  What I found in the past was that I focused too much on what I wanted in the future or what I did not have, than on what I was thankful for.  So began my little mood boosting experiment.
    Not so surprising, my positive focus lingered during the days when I wrote in my journal.  My day, as well as the day for my family members, improved in quality.  I felt happier and cared less about what individuals around me thought of me.  And because I was less tense, not clenching my jaw or tightening my neck muscles in frustration, I had fewer headaches.
    Pain, in any form, is not fun.  If writing down and thinking joyful, thankful thoughts helps me have more pain-free days, I better stock up on journals.  I invite you to do the same.

Debbie