Sunday I left it. The silence was better than a blog I didn’t want to send. It doesn’t happen very often and when it does I just let it pass.
Today, I was afraid I wouldn’t get any silence. Surrounded by builders drilling through electric cables (by mistake), taking off the plaster from the walls, and pulling down tiles in the bathroom. And yet, I found silence in my own thoughts.
Frustrated I pick up on other people’s noise. When I’m comfortable with what I’m doing I manage to drown it out with my own thoughts.
I wonder if our consumption of social media works the same way?