Some things remain the same. I still work out. (I was never one of those "sweatpants, let it all go because I'm married" wives. I wanted my husband to think I was pretty. Wasn't enough then. Serves my battered self-esteem well now.) I still cook. I still work at the kitchen table. I still obsessively plan for every eventuality. I still have randomly creative days where I make lots of stuff (decoupage, cookies, whatever the mood brings) and giant messes.
|Great Wave off of Kanagawa by Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai|
I've always been comfortable with myself. Able to be alone for long periods of time. Easily entertained by movies, books, pretty paper, a few flowers, a bit of watercolor, my own thoughts. Immersed in music. Dabbling in the garden. Drawn to random tangents and flights of fancy. Being uncomfortable with silence is new. I guess as you settle within the depths of silence, you become more comfortable. At least I hope so.
Take-away: Learn not to be afraid of the stillness. You might be surprised at what you hear.