From the Laundry Room…her thoughts right now, and I thought I would share them.
Quiet, the often companion of solitude, can scare those not familiar with the tick of a clock. I used to have a rush of a life. Music on, chatter, and little alone time. I suffered instead of thriving amid the constant buzz, lost myself. And yet, some people are constructed differently.
There is no right way to live a life, only the one that works for you. It took me almost forty years to figure that out.
In the current climate of isolate and flatten the curve, I find myself oddly sensitive to the many people who are out of their comfort zones. They’re used to water coolers, drinks, or dinner out after work, hugs, and handshakes. They have friend groups, meetings, and they’re dating. I do not typically give these people much thought.
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