A lot of people aren't grateful for silence. It makes them squirm, it makes them feel unsettled, it unnerves them. Why is that? I think it is because we have filled our days, and nights, with so much noise from so many devices and other things that we don't even know what silence is any longer or what to do with it. But I am grateful for silence. I am grateful that sometimes I sit in my house and literally the only sound I hear is the faint ticking of our clock or the wind blowing outside. That's about as close to silence as I'm going to get. But I'm grateful for it because my days are too noisy. In fact a while back, on the previous 365, I ruminated about silence. Click here to read that. I read it and noted that not much has changed in my thoughts about silence since I wrote that. I still crave it and when it presents itself I am profoundly grateful for it, as is my soul.
I've been thinking about it for over a month. Usually, when I'm in it I'm engaged. But this time? I started it indifferent and I've felt indifferent all along. I should have never started. Hindsight is 20/20 they say and they aren't wrong. So when I opened my eyes this morning it was clear. It's time. Time to quit this 365. This is the first 365 that I haven't posted several of the days, the first 365 that I wasn't super excited about, the first 365 that I've quit. I've changed my social media presence and interactions the past year so this is also the first 365 that hardly anyone has been interested in. Is it the topic or my decision to not be as accessible on social media? Or is it some other reason altogether? Well, regardless...I'm throwing in the towel on this one. I can't say if I'll ever do another 365 again. Time will tell and I will know if and when it's time.
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