At work, I’m constantly talking on the phone. The last thing I want to do at the end of the day is talk.
When I get home, I spend at least 30 minutes in silence. I have to decompress from work. Afterwards, I feel centered.
What keeps you centered?
I live alone. After enduring noise all day, all I want to do is to relax in the peacefully quiet refuge that is my home.
At times, it’s a struggle. Peacefully quiet refuge isn’t cheap. On the other hand, I cherish quiet time too much to split rent and utilities in half.
No thank you.
A good friend of mine is going through some things. He’s just got himself together after another series of events that shook his core. To see life deal another hand of unfavorable cards to him is truly a test. As a friend, I know that I had to be there to support him. Experience has taught me that sometimes the weight can be too heavy for you to carry alone.
Even if the weight is too heavy, people may feel uncomfortable asking for help. At times, my friend can be like this. Recent events have him in a level 4 (of 5) funk. That’s deep. He’ll internalize whatever emotions he’s feeling, but I can sense that that something is bothering him. Until he is ready to talk, I provide support in a very stealth-like manner.
This type of support is a combination of intuition and a thorough knowledge of that person. If I didn’t know him as well as I do, I wouldn’t be able to know what he needs before he does. It kind of reminds me of a Secret Service. You may not be able to see them, but they’re always there.
Just call me Secret Agent Lucky Lefty.
The best moments are often created in perfect silence.